#so I can either have 2 OC’s have this long braid or I can make one have the braid and trade out who has it…

[volk0720]

Drawings rn… what should I put in the next panel? I don’t normally script out these little things

[lilac-ravenclaw]

50 OC Questions

These are questions are from @localravenclaw ‘s post. Thanks so much for reading; I would love to read about other MCs!🪻

1. Describe your OC's physical appearance in detail.

She is both Latina (on her father’s side, he was from South America) and British (on her mother’s side). She has long black hair that is usually in a French braid and draped over her shoulder. It’s very wavy when out of the braid. She has lilac color eyes, honestly I haven’t decided from which parent she got them from. She has tan skin and a tiny freckle high on her left cheek, just below her eye. She is petite and has a hourglass figure. She does have a few light scars on her back. The caretaker at the orphanage would verbally and physically “discipline” the children. Raven would try to step in so none of the littler kids would be hurt. She is self conscious about anyone seeing them.

2. Why'd you choose your OC's name?

For most RPGs, my character is always named “Raven”, so for HL it wasn’t any different lol. For her last name, honestly, it was an inside joke. I love the 70s show Fawlty Towers, with John Cleese. It only ran for about a dozen episodes but it’s hilarious. It was the first last name I could think of😄

3. How does your OC feel about their birthday?

Her birthday is Jan. 29, 1874, and she only cares about to a bit because her favorite poem, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, was first published on that day in 1845. She only starts to care more when Sebastian gives her a birthday gift in their sixth year, which are tiny gold snake earrings. It was her first ever birthday gift ever. (Side note: my birthday is also Jan. 29. I tried to think of another day but making her an Aquarius too just felt right ♒️)

4. How does your OC and their parents get along?

Unfortunately, Raven doesn’t know who her family is. She lived at the orphanage as long as she can remember. She won’t go looking for them, as she figures they would’ve already have come back for her at some point. In my story for her, the caretaker gave her the last name “Fawlty”, (and yes misspelling it on purpose) as another way to torment her. Though she keeps the name to prove to others that she isn’t “faulty”.

5. What's something you'd never put your OC through again?

Being alone. She has too many people around her that genuinely cares. Especially with having Sebastian in her life, she will never be alone again.

6. What's your OC's go-to comfort meal?

Breakfast foods. All kinds, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, grilled tomatoes, and toast. There’s just something about a nice breakfast that makes Raven feel warm and cozy. It’s the simple things in life🍳

7. What career path would your OC take?

Though she feels it’s expected for her to be an Auror, Curse Breaker or working for the Ministry. Ultimately she has a love for music, specifically singing. She does try out for the choir at Hogwarts. The only person who knew was Poppy and she gave Raven the courage needed to try out their sixth year (now that she wasn’t in the middle of stopping a goblin rebellion!). She also knows how to play the piano too, and taught herself to play, however, she doesn’t know how to read sheets of music. 🎼

8. What's something your OC can't do?

Can’t say no to someone who needs help. Since no one was really there for her growing up at the orphanage, she believes that no one should feel helpless no matter the size of the problem. If she can help, she will!

9. What is your OC's ideal romantic partner?

Someone who will stand by her side and love her no matter what. They make her feel like she does belong and won’t be judged. They believe in her and encourage her to do what makes her happy.

10. Does your OC like to spend time alone or with others more?

Honestly, Raven can go either way. She loves spending time with her friends, especially Sebastian, and does prefer her close circle of friends. Though she is content with taking time for herself by either reading a good book, or practicing her music in the Room of Requirement.

11. What time does your OC usually go to sleep?

Depends really, school nights she’ll try to go to sleep at a decent time, if there isn’t too much homework. On weekends or summertime she’ll stay up late with Sebastian or hanging out with other friends.

12. Where in the sibling order is your OC?

Unknown, as far as she’s aware she is an only child.

13. What's the worst thing your OC's ever done?

Harming the orphanage caretaker. The caretaker was “disciplining” one of the smaller children and accusing them of stealing something from her room. Raven had just about enough of it with her and wished a bookshelf to fly across the room and slam into her. Everything had happened so fast and it took a moment for her to realize that’s exactly what happened. All the other children had looked at her with wide eyes and she quickly grabbed what few possessions she had and ran away. That was a few days before Professor Fig had come to the orphanage to gift Raven her Hogwarts letter. He was able to find her hiding out at a near by in a couple days later.

14. What would it take for your OC to kill someone?

By them hurting someone she loved/cared very dearly about.

15. What item does your OC hold most dear?

A copper cameo brooch given by Sebastian. It was a Christmas present, and was surrounded by little pearls and had the Ancient Magic symbol engraved in the center. She has worn it everyday since.

16. How does your OC unwind?

Practicing her singing and playing piano. She does want to learn how to read sheet music, but ends up just playing from the heart. Of course reading! Broom flying as well, as she finds it therapeutic. Even just relaxing with Sebastian in the Room of Requirement or Undercroft.

17. What's your OC's star sign?

Aquarius! Aquarians are intellectual, curious and can be deeply social. They are represented by the Star card in the tarot. They are determined to make a powerful difference in the world. ♒️

18. What kind of drunk is your OC?

She doesn’t normally drink, but she would be very chatty and giggly.

19. Who does your OC end up with?

Sebastian Sallow. He is her whole world and everything comes naturally with him. Her day doesn’t feel complete until she’s shared it with him. With him she feels anywhere they go, she’ll always be home.

20. Who is your OC's role model?

Professor Fig. He was her first father figure and the first to believe and guide her through such a challenging time. Not only with simply learning how to be a proper witch, but helping her learn about Ancient Magic and taking on a goblin rebellion.

21. Is your OC big on revenge?

Not necessarily. If she can, Raven will tell said person how she feels right then. If it’s minor she won’t go out of her way to get back at them. If it’s critical then she will do what it takes to get back at them.

22. If your OC ever got the chance, would they go back in time? When would they go?

Ultimately no she wouldn’t go back. Through her hardships growing up she believes it made her the woman she is. Though if she could go back, it would be to try and save both Lodgok and Professor Fig.

23. What's your OC's favourite memory?

Getting her Hogwarts letter would be one. She always felt there was something more to her life but didn’t fully understand what. The picnic her and Sebastian went on the summer before their sixth year. They had finally confessed their feelings for each other and had their first kiss.

24. Will your OC ever admit to being wrong?

Always! No one wants to admit they’re wrong but Raven knows it’s the right thing to do. She feels it’s better to put her feelings aside and admit when something is her fault and go from there. Except with Imelda, because she finds it funny to get her all riled up over nothing, especially when it comes to quidditch.

25. Is your OC doomed by the narrative?

Possibly. Not sure where the next game is going to go. All these little things I wrote about Raven is for me only and I fully look forward to see what will happen in the sequel!

26. Would your OC get along with you?

I would think so!☺️

27. What's one thing your OC will never get over?

Her fear of being alone and losing everyone she loves. She went from having no one to having a family in such a short time. To have that all taken away would be heart breaking.

28. Is your OC going to make it?

I’d like to think so. She’s been through so much but each time becomes stronger from it. Plus it helps to have the love of her life by her side. Sebastian gives her that extra boost of strength she didn’t know she needed.

29. Does your OC look their age?

Yes!✨

30. What weird pet would your OC have?

She has a pet Flying Fox Bat named Agnes since her seventh year. They can have a five foot wing span, and she’s basically as long as Raven is tall. So it took a bit for Sebastian to come around with her keeping Agnes. But Agnes is a bit sweetheart and loves being part of the family. Mini story of Agnes was she was living in captivity at the London Zoo and escaped one day. Making her way to the Forbidden Forest, Raven found her alone while taking a hike late one evening. They had an immediate connection and she’s taken care of her ever since. 🦇

31. Does your OC care a lot about their appearance?

Yes and no. Personal hygiene of course. Brushing a braiding her hair, definitely. If it’s a regular day then she does not mind wearing a casual outfit. Going out on a date with Sebastian, then she’ll put on a little makeup and get dolled up more because… why not?💄

32. What's one food your OC can't stand?

French Onion Soup. It was what was mostly served at the orphanage. Yuck!

33. What animal do people associate your OC with?

Probably the same as her Patronus, which is a black bear. That animal is known for their adaptability and resourcefulness. Others will see her as a fierce opponent who will protect herself and those close to her. Only those close to her will know of that softer side she usually keeps hidden away.

34. What's your OC's "thing"?

Depends on what the “thing” refers to… 😅🤔 if it’s behavioral then it’s fiddling with her braid when she’s nervous and can’t figure out what to say, thus being an awkward mess. If it’s material then probably her cameo brooch. If it’s physical then her lilac eyes of course!

35. Random fact about your OC

Despite being Latina, she doesn’t speak Spanish. Because Raven doesn’t know where part of her heritage comes from she never learned.

36. Would your OC sleep with a clone of themself?

…no…🫣

37. What part of yourself do you love in your OC?

Her loyalty to her the people she loves/cares about the most.

38. What's the lowest point in your OC's life?

After being “disciplined” crying herself to sleep and feeling so alone. Wishing and dreaming of a better tomorrow.

39. What's your OC's biggest achievement?

Finding a family. She believes family isn’t about blood, but finding people who will always be there no matter what and accept you for who you are.

40. Does your OC ever go back home?

She considered her “home” to be wherever Sebastian is. The orphanage was never her home.

41. How would your OC adapt to the modern world?

Since she loves music so much I think so. There’s so much emotion to express through music. With that I think she can adapt pretty quickly.

42. Does your OC have any unique talents?

As stated, she sings and plays piano. 🎤🎹 Though it takes a long time to finally share that passion with others.

43. Does your OC exist in canon or AU timeline?

Canon, I think.

44. Is your OC a people person?

Only with those in her inner circle. She will be cordial to others, unless they’re rude to her and then they won’t be worth her time anymore.

45. Did your OC ever have an alternative name?

Whatever her birth name was, but she’ll never know.

46. Does your OC possess any special powers?

Just being able to wield Ancient Magic.✨

47. Is your OC allergic to anything?

Just to people who are rude and mean to others for no reason.

48. Does your OC have a lot of uncommon knowledge? How do they know it?

I guess knowing able everyday muggle things that would seem weird to other people only growing up in the wizarding world.

49. Does your OC have any scars or birthmarks with an interesting story?

She has some scares from being “disciplined”, thankfully she can cover them with everyday clothes.

50. What do you love and hate most about your OC?

I hate that she isn’t real and that the wizarding world isn’t real😆 Otherwise no, I don’t nor can I hate Raven. I love her courage and kindness. That she’ll fight no matter hard things may seem, and always get back up after falling down. She’s had to overcome so much and was alone for so long but now she has a family.🪻💜

If you have finished reading then thank you so much!💜

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC Origins

Thanks @mundanemoongirl for the tag!

Rules: post the origins of a few OCs!

These will be long because I over-explain, so I'm just doing Lexi and Maddie.

Lexi

Lexi was the first character I made for TSP back in Spring 2013. Her name was originally Alexia Redinés and she looked exactly like me but she had longer hair (which she wore in braids). She wore a red dress and was 10 years old. TSP was originally a school project where we had to write a 2+ page fictional story in the first person. We planned the story alongside the narrator, so that's why Alexia was created first. She didn't have much personality to speak of, but you can find the original TSP here. Alexia was a bit of a Mary Sue, as typical of self-inserts especially considering how young I was. Her surname became Morgan in just Draft Two, she started to occasionally be called Lexi in Draft Three, and the nickname became permanent in Draft Four. However, in the weird time between Drafts 1-2, I think her surname was Sparks. She always had teleportation, though it originally appeared as pink, not teal - it wasn't teal until Draft Four. Lexi was aged up to 13 in Draft Three, where it stayed until technically Draft Five where her birthday wasn't until the end of Part One. I also got rid of her glasses. Lexi began to gain more personality in Draft Four, where she slowly started to deviate from her original Mary Sue self-insert, until Draft Five where she got a complete makeover in her personality. Now, she's more extraverted, organized, confident, and observant - some of these traits happened in Draft Four during her Drift, and were just not emphasized until Draft Five. Draft Five is also when I changed her design: I tweaked Lexi's race to give her Sector 9 heritage (equivalent to Native American - in her case Cherokee and Comanche backgrounds), I grew out her bangs and gave her braids to play with instead, I changed her magenta hoodie to a yellow one (at least what she wears for most of Part One - the magenta one does make an appearance, and it was heather gray at one point), and gave her boots and gloves.

Maddie

Maddie was created a short time after Lexi. In Draft One, she was a minor character - Lexi's 8-year-old sister named Kelly. Kelly would have been the central character in the second installment - then called The Next Sorcerer, though I haven't found this yet. Kelly looked like my own sister with longer hair (which she wore in a high ponytail) originally, and she also didn't have much of a personality. I think she wore a regular T-shirt and shorts which was her wardrobe for a while. Her original powers were a specific form of telepathy where she could create telepathic links between two or more people. In Draft Two, my sister objected that "her character" was named Kelly and recommended the name Zarina (which they got from Tinker Bell Pirate Fairy movie) which I immediately shut down. So they went with Madison. I settled on the name Maddie almost immediately. Although she originally requested telepathy, she now wanted Maddie to have animal morphing, which I obliged. Maddie was aged up alongside Lexi to be eleven in Draft Three, her surname became Morgan at the same time Lexi's did of course, and she didn't have much personality either until around the same time. Draft Two Maddie, who narrated the second book, was actually a little whiny, though I'm not sure how intentional this was on my part. In Draft Four, I tried my best to write Maddie in a different way, though deep into writing Part Two, I realized Maddie was a Mary Sue - much more than Lexi used to be. I realized Maddie received no consequences for her actions and rewrote a large chunk of the book to include it. Draft Five, whose biggest difference from Four was character, was where Maddie saw a huge shift in personality. Obviously her ethnicity changed, and I also gave her much longer hair. Her hair became longer than it used to be in Draft Four, but in Draft Five I had it down past her hips. Her glasses disappeared in Draft Four I believe. Her wardrobe switched to overalls, though she kept boots and her color palette. Personality-wise, Maddie became more scientifically-minded, more physical, more inquisitive, etc. I also made her autism-coding intentional.

And there you have it, folks!

Tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @eccaiia @the-golden-comet @ceph-the-ghost-writer @space-writes

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Choices

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: When Aemma passed away during childbirth Viserys was faced with two choices, either wed the daughter of his Hand Alicent Hightower or Elna Stark, the daughter of the north.

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: Fluff

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Elna straightened her back fixing her furs that were too heavy and made her sweat in the heat of King's Landing, she wanted this to be over soon so she could take off her furs.

"Welcome Lord Stark" Otto Hightower greeted Elna's father with a fake smile on his face, she knew her father brought her here to challenge Otto so the King will marry her instead of Alicent.

"Thank you, Lord Hand, can you show us the way around, I fear I have exhausted myself with this trip" Her father nodded back. His words were a lie, he was as strong as a horse and such a trip never tired him out but he did not want to be in Otto's company.

"Of course and this maiden shall show Lady Stark the way to her room" Otto flicked his finger making one of the girls behind him scramble over to Elna. He did not even bother bringing his own daughter to greet them which was a way to show disrespect.

"This way, my Lady" The maiden led the way away from the med. Elna's own handmaiden followed with her famous glare on her face, she was a hard person and very professional unlike Elna.

"This shall be your chamber, my lady" The handmaiden opened the doors to a room just as big as her own in Winterfell. She thanked her and walked throwing her furs off.

"Shall I prepare a bath, my Lady?" Her handmaiden asked. Elna nodded her head. She proceeded to untie the strings holding her corset together. Her dress fell down on the floor in a heap followed by her small cloth leaving her bare as her handmaiden spilled the last bucket of water in the tub.

Elna let out a sigh as she sank into the water, not hot or cold just perfect lukewarm cooling her heated skin. She scrubbed her skin to rid herself of the sweat that build there from her furs. Her handmaiden prepared her dress in the meantime. It was light blue, and flow to let in the summer breeze in as well had many openings to cool her heated skin.

Elna grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair dried much faster than usual in the heat and her handmaiden braided som strands back to keep it out of her face other wise she let the straight black hair down covering the back of her dress until the top of her bottom. Elna was proud of the length of her hair and wanted to show it off, not many had hair as long as hers and definitely not as healthy thanks to the oils her father gifted her from Volantis after one of his trips.

"I feel like taking a quick walk in the gardens, I will meet you in the throne room soon" Elna turned to look at her handmaiden. the older girl nodded and waited in the room as Elna left, there was no need for her to distrust the Lady of house Stark. Elna was described as elegant and ladylike, lords and ladies would put her as en example to their own daughter, she was perfect at embroidery and sewed her house sigil on a flag at only seven name days and now it was hung proudly over their home and her father refused to take it down even ten years later. She was also skilled with a dagger thanks to her younger brother Cregan. She as well was very good with children and would help with their teachings after finishing her own studies with her Septa who never scolded her once in her life. All that made the houses of the north choose her to be sent to the King.

Elna sat down on a bench beside a rose bush. She does not usually see flowers since she loved in the north where only snow was seen for miles. During her few trips with her father she would pick a flower and hide it until it was dried before placing it in a book to keep it as a reminder of the trip and the beauty of the nature.

"What is a Lady doing here all alone with no chaperone?" Elna jumped at the sudden voice. She turned to find a middle aged man standing beside bench. She did not know who he was but she stood up respectfully either way and plastered a sweet smile on her face.

"Enjoying the gardens, my Lord" She answered. She touched the bud of the rose she was smelling earlier.

"Not something you see often?" The man asked stepping closer to her. She shook her head letting go of the flower and turned to face him.

"All I see is snow" She answered. The man chuckled shaking his head a little.

"What about you my Lord, should you not be in a meeting? i do not want to cause you trouble" Elna chewed on her bottom lip nervously. The man stared at her for a second before reaching over and pulling her lip from between her teeth making it flush red again as well as her cheeks.

"No worried, my Lady" He said. Looking between her brown eyes and the rest of her. She felt a little uncomfortable and wrapped her arms around her midsection to cover the exposed parts of her body which snapped the man back to reality.

"You do not have to fear me, my Lady" The man assured. She aloud her lips to twitch a quick smile before turning to the palace knowing she should leave soon.

"You look like you are running away from something, my Lady?" The man asked. He sat down on the bench she earlier sat on. He gestured for her to sit beside him, she was hesitant a little but did so.

"Just needed a moment before I get presented in front of the King" She answered. She shrugged her shoulders which was an unlady like act but she did not even notice herself.

"Do you not wish to meet him?" The man asked. He sounded a little worried. She looked at him confused but chose not question his reaction.

"No, it is not that. I am overwhelmed, tis all" She answered. The man smiled a little. Her eyes widened when his hand extended to her face only for it to bypass her and pluck the rose she was smelling earlier. He moved to place it behind her ear which proved to be a wise choice as the colour popped against her black locks.

"A rose for a rose" He mused. She smiled shyly and looked down at her fingers sitting elegantly on her lap. She had taught herself to stop fidgeting when nervous after her Septa told her that it was unlady like.

"Are you sure you are merely overwhelmed? You look terrified" The man touched her chin and Elna let his hand wander to her cheek before looking up at him and he let his hand drop back on his lap.

"I heard that the King was ill and needed a nurse for a wife and truly do not wish to spend my life nursing a man instead of loving and being loved by one" She answered truthfully. She did not know why she felt safe and like she could trust this stranger, she could get beheaded for her words or even for a second thinking ill of the King.

"Ah I see, well those rumours can make even the strongest maiden fear her future?" The man leaned back against the bench. Elna's eyes widened when the man did not deny the rumours.

"So they are true?" She asked leaning forward. The man shrugged his shoulders a little and much to his amusement she gulped as if she was afraid.

"If you will excuse me, my Lord, my father should be expecting me soon" She stood up curtsied a little. The man reached over and grabbed her hand making her gasp a little. He raised her softer hand and placed a kiss on knuckles. He let go of her hand and watched as she stalked back over to the Red Keep with her back straight and her head held high but each step held grace and composer.

Elna found her father and handmaiden by the door waiting for her. Her father smiled at the sight of her and his eyes held proudness at the sight of their house sigil as a necklace around her neck. He knew she wore it because she missed her wolf, there were no more direwolves in Winterfell but he insisted on gifting her a normal she-wolf who she named Willow.

"What ever happens in there you must know that I will be proud of you regardless" Her father patted her hands that clutched the inside of his arm. She smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I know, father" She whispered. Lord Stark turned to the door and nodded at the guards standing there.

"Lord Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and his daughter Lady Elna Stark" The guard announced as he opened the doors. Elna smiled as the crowed parted as her father led her down the stairs. She did not dare look up at the Iron Throne, she was told that the King was an old ailing man who wanted to marry a woman who will nurse him through his last years.

Her father paused by Otto Hightower and Alicent Hightower, a brunette girl who looked younger than Elna herself. Elna felt bad for the poor girl who looked terrified and like she was praying in her head to not be chosen.

Elna finally found the courage to look up at the Iron Throne only to find it empty. She turned to her father who gave her an encouraging smile. She smiled back and straightened her back.

"King Viserys of house Targayen! the first of his name, King of Andals and the Rhoynar and the First men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the protector of the realm" A guard announced. Elna tightened her grip on her father's arms, she was truly afraid, she did not wish to marry a sick man who could barely walk. She awaited the sound of a cane but it never came and instead she heard the sound of two healthy feet creating a rhythm as they walked. She turned along with the entire court to face the king.

Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw the stranger earlier make his way over to her and her father or more like to pass by them to the Iron Throne. He winked her way discreetly as he passed by and walked up the steps to the Iron Throne. She spoke ill of the King in the King's face without knowing and now she feared his anger.

"Lord Stark,I welcome you to my court" King Viserys' voice boomed around the throne room.

"You honoured by accepting me in your court, your grace" Rickon Stark bowed to the King. Elna gave a curtsy along with her father, eyes never leaving those of the King trying to read his expression. He did not look angry which was a relief but one cannot always be sure.

"Your daughter had grown into a beautiful young lady I see" The King spoke. His eyes on the rose she still had tugged behind her ear. Elna looked down blushing at his compliment, this gave her some sort of peace that he was not angered by her.

"She has" Rickon grinned at his young daughter. Yes she was no son and not his heir but he loved her dearly and coddled her even at her age of ten and seven. Soon after the King announced a feast to be held in their honour before ending the meeting for the day.

Elna made her way to her room still shaking from earlier. She had never expected the stranger to be the King himself. She let out a squeal of surprise when she opened her chamber door to find the King sitting on her bed awaiting her arrival.

"Your grace" Elna curtsied, not daring to raised her eyes off the ground. She was ashamed and she was even more ashamed to admit it even to herself.

"Your sickly King requires assistance, Lady Stark" King Viserys was the one to break the silence that fell over the room. Elna looked up at the King to find him pointing at the table beside the bed where a pitcher of wine sat with two cups of wine.

Elna moved over to the table silently, she did not know what to say or how to justify that she did not mean any disrespect. She picked up the pitcher and filled one of the cups halfway through before placing the pitcher back on the table, she wished she was the one drinking this wine now. She handed the King the cup with a blush as their fingers brushed against each other.

"I did not mean to disrespect-" Elna's jaw dropped when the King downed the wine in one go. He placed the cup down on the floor by the foot of the bed and turned to look at her bewildered expression.

"Did not expect an old man to drink wine so fast?" The King asked. Elna gulped and looked down at her hands.

"I did not mean to offend you, your Grace. My words were dumb and I do not know how to show you my regret" Elna whispered. She flinched a little when he stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to her until they're chest were almost touching. Elna has never been struck before and it seems this was the day she will be.

"Let me steal a kiss from your lips and you will be forgiven" Elna's head snapped up in shock at his request. He raised an eyebrow awaiting her reply.

"I do not know what to do, I have never-" Her words were cut off when his palm made contact with her cheek, so soft and cautious she almost thought it was a feather.

"No worries, I can just cut off your head instead" The King's fingers trailed down to her neck and used his pointed finger to draw a line from one side to the other. Elna's heart picked up in pace and she felt dizzy and her ears were ringing. The King moved to step away from her but both of her hands grabbed his biceps before he could and he turned to her with a smirk.

"No, please, I will do what ever you want, your grace" She whispered. The King chuckled and fixed his posture to his previous one again. He placed his hand on her cheek again and leaned his head down, not yet connecting their lips. Elna closed her eyes feeling his breath hitting her lips, she could almost taste the wine in it.

The King took a couple of seconds before making up his mind and diving into her lips. Elna's breath caught in her throat when she finally felt his lips on her own. She did not know what to do so she mimicked what ever he was doing. She felt herself growing addicted to the taste of wine on his lips. The King wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest, himself growing addicted to the taste of something sweet on her lips, probably a fruit she used to paint her lips with.

His hand trailed from her neck to her bicep and down to her elbow and raised it to wrap around his neck. Elna got the memo that she was not supposed to just stand there and wrapped her other arm around his neck letting it tangle in his gold-white hair. She forgot all about the time or the fact that her handmaiden may already be on the way to help her change her dress and accessories for the feast.

She let out a small gasp at the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and it sounded like metal. She turned to find the king's golden crown on the floor beside them. They both panted after the powerful kiss, her eyes wide on the crown and his on her.

"I am sorry I did not mean to-" The King placed his finger on her lips making her stop.

"You do not recon they will notice our absence from the feast, do you?" he questioned teasingly.

"Why would we miss it?" She asked tilting her head to the side.

"Do you not want to continue that?" Not a sinlge answer was given in that conversation. Elna's face grew hot at his suggestion making him chuckle. He grabbed her hand and raise dit up to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"I will be expecting you there" He whispered in her ear before leaving. Elna's face was still bright red when her handmaiden walked in with several dress on her arm for Elna to choose from. Elna was more than excited for the feast now.

[sun-marie]

2, 4, 21, 31, 43 for the oc asks! c:

thank you for the ask!!

2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?

I think they're all kind of on rotation for my #1 favorite at any given time! I definitely have some that are more developed than others, but most of that comes down to the amount of time I've had them. I'd say currently, my favorites would be Lydia Laidir and James Trevelyan (since i'm still in DA Hell), and Zephyr Skybreeze (one of my BG3 Tav's, I have a soft spot for her since she's the first OC I had to build her background out from the ground up)

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I had to think about this one for a bit, but I'm gonna go with Maya, my Pokemon Violet kiddo! No real reason for that, beyond that my love for Pokemon Violet comes in waves and is more often dormant. That, and most of what I talk about w/ my OCs is shipping related, and she's literally a child so. Not a lot to say there lol.

BUT I love her quite a lot! Violet is the first Pokemon game I ever felt like I was actually creating a character who had traits and personality (rather then gens 1-5 being pre-built and gens 6-8 feeling kinda blank). The classes helped a lot with that, I think! Her favorite teacher is Jacq, she's really good at math/science and anything related to Pokemon Battling, is kinda bored in Art Class and struggles with History and Languages (which is like the polar opposite of my academic experience lol). She shares Nemona's passion for battling but takes an analytical approach to it, and I think in the post-game I could envision her as a Pokemon Battle Professor when she's an adult <3 (though I haven't played the DLC yet so idk if that's in my canon 👀)

Also honorable mention to Marco, my ME Andromeda boy. I have so much love in my heart for this guy and literally no idea what to do with him ✌🏻

21. Your most artistic OC

Viola, my Dark Urge! I've mentioned it before but I like the idea of her sick and twisted urge fantasies lending themselves to an innate understanding of human anatomy, and sometimes when she wants to kill kill kill kill, she draws....killing, instead lol. It's therapeutic for her, I think in a similar way her faith is, and I like the idea of art being such a strong positive outlet that it's able to ground someone in reality.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Hm! Well seeing as how I barely maintain my own blog I'm not super sure how to answer this 😅 but I'll do my best!

I'll go with Zephyr, I think. I think she'd have one of those really fancy layouts with the small buttons and the small text and a cherry blossom overlay with constantly falling petals. She'd reblog a lot of academic literature, poetry, positive affirmations, and moodboards! She'd be intensely active for like two weeks and then ghost for three months, and rinse & repeat

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favor some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Physically: Ponytails for days, followed by long braids. Idk what it is, but multiple of my OCs (Sabina, Zephyr, James, Ruathym, Maya, Anwen, Vanessa, AELON even in Inquisition literally remembering some of these ocs have ponytails as I type this sentence lmao) pull their hair back into either a midlength ponytail, a braid, or transition between the two. It's a good look, what can I say~

Character-wise: I have noticed a theme starting to pop up my last couple OCs, of having wild periods of Young Adulthood before mellowing out by the events of the story (James, Lydia, Sabina). Other than that, I have a few characters who are begrudgingly bound to Not Be an Asshole by their moral compass, i.e. they're rude in almost every conversation but they make good Big Choices (Ruathym, Aelon, Vanessa, Act 3 Anwen)

some OC questions <3

[leopardfang15]

Hi :)

You wanted Percy x reader asks so here I am

I'm not sure if you like this but I would like Percy holding or interacting with his first (newborn) child because it's just so sweet and he would be the best dad. He would make them toys and get excited every time they learn something new. And maybe the baby having his eyes cause they are the prettiest green.

Or

Percy x reader/OC spending a nice date in the park/at the lake, maybe it ends in watching the sunset. Percy tinkered something for reader (either something useful or something nice) and in turn reader also surprises him with a thing they made themselves.

Or (I have too many ideas)

Grog accidentally breaks Percy's glasses and now he struggles with his poor eyesight so the next day reader takes him into the city to find an optometrist to get new ones made. Can either be sweet or funny or both.

I wouldn't mind you writing one or all of them, you choose :)

Authors Note: so I only did 2 but I will definitely do number three at some point. I just wasn’t quite feeling it right this moment and I really wanted to post this. Anyways, enjoy!

Ansuya was exhausted, understandably so. She’d faced down dragons, vampires, giants and so much more, and the thing that caused her more pain than anything else was a mere seven pounds, five ounces and twenty inches long. Like many a foe, he had been screaming and covered in blood. However, that was an hour ago.

Now, Percy’s son was resting peacefully in his arms. He’d been cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket that Ansuya had made. It was dark blue like his favored coat and had the De Rolo crest stitched on in shiny, gold color thread. The creator of both the blanket and child had followed her son’s example and gone to sleep. Percy took a moment to marvel at the woman who’d given him such a precious gift. Her dark skin had been cleaned of the sweat that had drenched her body and she’d been changed into a clean robe. Her bedding had also been switched out and her black hair had once again been tied back. She’d been so exhausted Percy doubted she’d wake up before dawn as had been her ritual since long before he’d known her. He had no plans to wake her. She’d earned her rest for fighting so hard to bring their son into the world.

A slight movement from the bundle in his arms brought Percy’s gaze down. Their son had a mixture of his parent’s complexion, far darker than Percy but still lighter than his mother. He had some wisps of dark brown hair on his head, an adorable nose and ten little fingers and toes. Percy kept counting them. Logically he knew the number of fingers and toes wouldn’t change, but that didn’t stop the tinkerer from doing it over and over again.

Percy created a lot of things; fire arms, traps and other weapons. More recently he found himself crafting children’s toys, a music box, a cradle and a small mobile with little dragons. He found those to be quite fulfilling but this little person in his arms, cradled to his chest?

This small boy was his proudest and most beloved creation.

——————————————————————————————-

(AN: time for story 2)

The light gleamed off the lake and made it sparkle in the midday sun. Percy and Ansuya managed to find a shaded spot to lay out their blanket. Percy offered to sit closer to the water since he knew it reminded her of home but she teased that she didn’t want him in the sun too much.

“We don’t need you looking like a boiled lobster because your delicate skin couldn’t handle the rays.” She said, caressing his cheek. Percy rolled his eyes but the small smile betrayed his amusement and that her concern for him was appreciated.

Now they sat, back against the tree with the remnants of their lunch neatly packed away in their basket. Ansuya was resting her head on Percy’s shoulder while he ran his fingers through her hair. She’d let it out of its customary braid so that Percy could stroke the curled strands. Ansuya took a deep breath and nuzzled further into Percy’s shoulder.

“Keep doing that and I might think you’re trying to burrow under my skin.” Percy said, his chuckled slightly jostling her.

The dark skinned woman smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “There’s a thought. I’m just glad we did this, it’s nice to get away.”

“Yes,” Percy said, pressing a kiss to her head. “I enjoy spending time with you that isn’t interrupted every five minutes.” He said, grumbling at the memory of Scanlan walking in only to start teasing him while he was spending time with Ansuya. The bard hadn’t walked in on anything particularly interesting but the didn’t stop Scanlan from relentlessly teasing him.

Ansuya chuckled. “It also helps you. You’re so much more relaxed.” She said, sitting up so she could rub his shoulder. She could feel a lot less stress in him. She couldn’t hide her smile at how he nearly melted at her touch.

“Yes well, you do have that effect on me.” He said, looking at her with warm, green eyes, lighter than her own. A faint blush then dusted his cheeks as he reached into his coat pocket. “I-I made something for you.”

Ansuya shifted away from him so he’d have space to show her and ended up sitting with her legs crossed opposite him. Percy pulled out a metal rod with some leather wrapped around the middle, seeming to be a hand grip. At first the monk was confused but then Percy pressed a small button and then the rod extended and revealed a sharp blade at one end.

“It’s a spear.” Percy said before seeming to mentally cringe at his own statement. “Obviously, but this will be easier to carry and much easier to conceal. I can make you a holster, similar to my own.”

Ansuya carefully took the weapon from Percy’s hand and looked it over. It was simple, no extra details or design. She tested the weight and balance while she continued to listen to Percy.

“To be honest it’s just a prototype. I’d need you to test it along side the original and it is still untested in combat. I simply require your input to refine it so I can make the necessary adjustments.”

Ansuya stopped listening as he started going over who she could possibly spar against to give it a try. She could only picture in her mind’s eye Percy, working down in his workshop for days or even weeks. The long hours he no doubt spent drawing up plans and testing the release and retracting of the device, let alone a blade that could slide back into the pole itself. Not to mention how long he spent learning how to forge a simple spear, let alone something this unique. He’d spent all that time, sweating in his forge, to make something for her? Her heart felt fit to burst with love for this man who was still babbling.

“Perhaps we could ask-“ Percy was stopped mid sentence when Ansuya pulled him in for a kiss. He was shocked but melted into the kiss easily enough. Ansuya broke the kiss but rested her forehead against his, smile so warm it rivaled the sun.

“Thank you, Percy. No one’s ever done something like this for me, spent so much time with me in mind.” She blinked away her tears, not wanting to fall apart on him. “I wish I could- oh!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of cloth. She smiled at him, a bit shy.

“I know lots of nobles have these and you probably have a bunch but, with how busy we’ve been I didn’t think you had one like this.” She placed her gift in his hand.

Carefully unfolding it, Percy gasped. It was a simple, white, silk handkerchief. What was extraordinary about it, to him, was the de Rolo crest embroidered in the corner. He ran his thumb over the stitching, taking in the image created by shimmering, gold thread. He looked back up at her with her shy smile. She was so beautiful.

“Thank you, my dear.” Percy said, folding her gift with swift fingers. “I’ll always treasure it.

[bunbunbunni]

Ok I am gonna *cracks knucles* Warframe Ramble about the latest update Jade Shadows, so spoilers!!!!!

(not critiquing it, just what my oc blorbos are reacting/what they did through it)

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

. Sorry I’m on iPad and I don’t have the read more button so we are gonna eyeball it bare w me <3

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

(Also I need to make an important note, my oc Astrophel is Nonbinary Transmasc and uses he/they, his gender expression and relationship to it is a direct copy of my own— please be respectful to experiences that differ from your own as some Transmascs/Transmen want to have children— this is not a commentary on it or a fetish just making my oc feel real and complex lol

Content Warning: Pregnancy mention)

As a little catch up in my oc universe after New War Astrophel is left extremely depressed and fatigued, switching sides to have Orokin Royal Privilege wasn’t so fun was it Astro? He’s going through a lot I shouldn’t say that. Astrophel is so depressed and fatigued still, they do not go with Namid to investigate the Zariman/don’t know if Namid has told Astrophel about it yet. By WitW Astrophel is feeling good enough to go on missions again and reluctantly helped out our favourite Loid, Astro hates Deimos but as long as he’s not outside on the fleshy planet they feel less icked out.

Now to Jade Shadows.

Namid and Astrophel find themselves finally having a slow day and Namid is trying to broach some hard conversations about some realizations they have come to, realizations they had back in New War while Astrophel was under Ballas’ control… those realizations being Feelings. Wow, T4T real?

Namid is stuttering and fumbling trying to get the words to form correctly, flustered and fiddling with their hair braid as they struggle to string a sentence together. Just as Namid’s lips start to remember how to speak— The Stalker shows up, and he’s got problems.

Namid’s eye is TWITCHING and they are mildly going insane that they have to put this conversation off for the 500th time since they got Astrophel back.

Astrophel on the other hand feels an Immediate connection to Jade’s feather. He hasn’t really felt anything since New War. Astrophel offers to find Jade/ connect with her through transference.

Being connected to Jade during the Big Moment awakens something in Astro, a fighting spark, a burning in his stomach to keep fighting. Jade and Stalker’s story and how it mimics his own relationships to Namid and Orion. The power imbalance. For a moment Astrophel knows exactly how it would play out if he were still an Orokin Prince, mid trance he looks over at Namid and sees them distorted, they would not have been able to be together either. His overbearing mothering and coddling, did Astrophel want children? Could he even have them now after how void touched the incident left all the Tenno? It didn’t matter, Astrophel comes out of the transference trance with depression brain fog gone, replaced with a fiery passion, he could not save the Jade he was connected to but he can create the next.

Namid banging their head against a wall cause this ends with them still not talking about their feelings lol.

Also not sure what the Stalker-Jade baby is named in this story 2 Orions existing would be hilarious 🤣

[mysticstarlightduck]

Get to Know My OC Tag Game:

Thank you for tagging me @rickie-the-storyteller!

(Disclaimer: I may have to adapt some of the original questions to fit the context, as the story takes place in a medieval-esque fantasy setting, and will add some questions that I’d like my character to answer that may explain some other things about them. Also, I wasn’t comfortable enough - for some unexplained reason - to use 1st person words for the Interviewer - such as me or I - and so the Interviewer is in a generic 2nd person POV)

[The following character (and the ones that will follow in other posts like this) belongs to my Medieval Dark Fantasy WIP, The Last Wrath. The picture is just a face claim found on pinterest, as I haven’t had time to make character art for the entire cast of my book, and said picture belongs to its respectful owners.]

Let us begin!

A door opens, and 16, soon to be 17, year old Raelen Ashiren strides in. She bears a reckless smile on her face, and her steps are carefree and confident as she walks closer, grasping your hand in a firm hand shake. Her smile is a litle crooked, you notice, and just as wild as her heart. She is an unusual kid of pretty, messy long brown hair carelessly pushed away from her face in thin braids, and warm skin that bears a few small scars. Her clothes are loose and simple, designed for practicality while retaining that unmistakable burst of personality that permeates everything about her presence, a starry purple scarf giving her attire a dash of color. You can’t help but notice that while her clothes are simple and clearly worn by her frequent adventuring, they are not in a bad shape either. 

Her voice is fast and joyfully loud, but her words carry a strong sense of warmth and honesty. You can see clearly in her bright eyes every emotions that she is feeling, and like an open book they tell you a story of someone who is brave and wild, but at the same time full of joy... with a touch of something else you can’t quite place. She takes a seat in front of you, awaiting eagerly for the questions you may be inclined to ask.

1) Are you named after anyone?

Raelen: Yes, I am. Heh, I um, was named after my paternal grandmother, though her name was a bit different from mine. She was called Raellyn, and my parents adapted the name to Raelen for me, I guess it was so as to avoid confusion between the names... She was a great warrior, and the pride of House Eiriant during the years she lived - I think my Da wanted her legacy to live on somehow after I was born, even if just in her name, so ... here I am, Raelen. (Cue a laugh and little jazz hands as she finishes her answer)

2) When was the last time you cried? 

Raelen: Well, isn’t that a loaded question, (she chuckles awkwardly, bringing her hand up to fiddle with her necklace), one that I’d rather not answer...(she quietly adds, before begrudgingly sighing)... But I guess, if you really want to know, it was when my older brother Julyan was captured by a bunch of assassins... and I couldn’t do anything about it.  I’m still looking for him, and I don’t know if we’ll find him anytime soon. (her lip wobbles a bit as she looks up towards you) Can we move on to another um... topic now? 

Interviewer (you): Oh, my... um, I wasn’t expecting that, I’m so sorry... (you/the interviewer plaster their best smile on their face, trying to smooth things over) Of course, let’s move on!

Raelen: (her breathing sags a bit in relief and she smiles back at you) Thanks.

3) Do you have kids?

Raelen: What the hell? (She mutters awkardly in a laugh) Of course not, like, I’m barely not a child myself, and I don’t think I want another person to worry about in a world like mine, at least not in the foreseeable future and until I am an adult and have everything figured out. Even if I was not living on the run or there wasn’t a war between the realms about to happen, that would probably still be my answer. (She runs a hand through her hair, chuckling a bit and leaning forwards towards you, as if sharing a secret). With an adoptive brother like Azra flying around on a dragon, I’ve got my work cut out for me right now... (Suddenly she becomes pensive) I can’t imagine how Julyan handled it, like, caring for me and Azra when he was just a kid himself after our parents... you know. I don’t think I would have been able to do that so well even now... (After a pause she taps her hands on her knees, smiling once again.) Either way, circling back to your question, no, I don’t have kids nor plan to have them any time soon.

4) Do you use sarcasm?

Raelen: (smiling with a hint of laughter) Only every day! I’m trying to cut down a bit on it, that seems like a habit that is cut out to get me into more trouble than I already am, heh. But with the company I keep, I’m surprised I’m not more sarcastic or swearing like a sailor, because let me tell you, my friends can be either brilliant or the stupidest people I have ever met and there’s no in between. There are days where they are really testing my patience and I love them for it. (She laughs) I guess sarcasm runs in the family, but I try my best to be um ... politer.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Raelen: Um, I guess I’m kind of good at telling when people are lying to me or have ill intentions. Everyone has a tell, though some may be harder to understand than others. I think it rather comes as a necessity when you live in Agrannor, but I’ve met some people that can prove that thought otherwise in a second (She pointedly stares at Vallerius). Also, personality wise, I am also quick to notice the little quirks and expressions, the small characterictics that tell us what they are really feeling even if their words won’t. But all of this only applies to when I am in a good or focused mood, because if I’m scared or angry the deal is totally off and I may or may not be really bad at those things I just said under those circumtances, heh.

6) What's your eye colour?

Raelen: Hazel green. At least, I think that’s what I think it is. Oh, and they only change color a small bit when I use my magic, which is something I don’t know what to make of. I’m still practicing, Vall’s teaching me more about magic, so I hope I can get those cool colorful eyes in the future, (she geeks out a bit) though I guess mine are already pretty sweet. 

7) Any special talents?

Raelen: I’m Mageborn, which means that I was born with magic in my blood, unlike a regular human. So I can cast spells and change things in the world around me with them. My family is pretty ancient, especially my Mom’s side of the family - House Ashiren, hence the surname - and we’ve been mages since before the Ancient War. (She twirls her necklace in her hands, thinking, and a small smile appears in her face) When I was a kid - after our parents disappeared and it was just me and Julyan - we didn’t have much other than our own company, so Julyan used to tell me all those tales about our ancestors, to make me feel better - powerful warriors and mages fighting to rid the kingdoms of the scourge of the Secret Court (Raelen raises her arms a bit, enthusiastically, like one would telling a heroic tale) - and I used to dream of becoming a hero, like they had been... So, as far as special talents can go, I think I have them - I can do magic, I am a mage after all, though I wish I could be better at it. I’ve been improving a lot recently, ever since Valleriusand I started practicing together!  Though I think I may never be as strong in the magical arts as Julyan is - I’ve always been more like my Da after all, Julyan’s far more like our Mom than he’d admit, and that includes being extremely talented with fire magic. Other than the magical side of my um, “talents”, I’m a ... good  swordfighter, I guess, and I’m kinda good with daggers. I can defend myself pretty well, but that’s about it. (She laughs heartedly) I can’t shoot an arrow to save my life though. Other than that, my real  passions lie on investigating forgotten things about old magic and adventuring! Does that count as a talent? I think it doesn’t, but does it count?

Interviewer (you): Uh... I don’t know, maybe?

Raelen: (smiling) Great! Because I’m a pretty good adventurer then, heh, though most people around me prefer to call me a troublemaker for some reason... (she says, a sarcastic lilt to her voice) I guess it does have a good ring to it, though adventurer sounds far more... heroic. I’m still workshopping that one, but adventurer sounds much cooler than troublemaker. 

8) Scary tales or happy endings?

Raelen: Uh, life in the continent is already one scary tale and a half on my opinion, I mean, you have wars in one hand, intrigue in another, a bunch of crazy corrupted sorcerers wanting to rewrite the word in blood and everything that twisted magic entails, such as the Shroud around the forests back home. So, if I have to choose which story I want to tell or hear around the fire, I definitely  would go with one that ends at least remotely happy. The heroic ones are my favorites, if you can’t already tell. I think that hope is a important skill to have in any situation, especially in dangerous ones, so a story that is inspiring to some extent or at the very least tells us something interesting, is definitely better than a terrifying one. But I maybe got a bit too caried away here (she chuckles)....

9) Where were you born?

Raelen: I was born in my family’s ancient estate near the Forests of Midtaren, during the Agrannorian Civil War. A while later, when I was around like maybe four or five, our parents went in a strange mission and never returned. Julyan and I had to move to the Kingdom of Kestrall  all by ourselves, where our godmother is High General and had made a promise to our father that she would protect us if the worst came to pass. The journey to get there however.. um, is something I’d rather forget and never talk about again...

10) What are your hobbies?

Raelen: Running in the forests around Kestrall, sparring, sneaking into the Dragon’s Spire with Gareth - he’s my best friend by the way (she smiles)- and seeing all the new dragons that the Riders are training, talking, annoying the guards, watching Julyan make runic weapons, stealing old books from the Royal Archives -

Interviewer (you): Woah, woah... Wait a second, that’s already a whole lot but... stealing?

Raelen: (Laughs sheepishly) Um, kinda...? Look, its not really stealing, its complicated... the Archives are open to the public, but I got banned from ever entering those halls again because I spoke against that shithead of the Captain of the Guard (She says the title mockingly), after he, um... hurt my brother (She looks clearly uncomfortable/scared at the memory, before she clasps her hands together). Anyways... so there’s that, and now I kind of had to sneak away the books and tomes that I want, though I can’t do it anymore because I’m currently living on the run across the continent. (She chuckles and lifts her eyebrows sarcastically). Listen, if it makes you feel better, Julyan and Azra told me not to sneak into the Archives... at least for the first 10 times. 

Interviewer (you): (clearly concerned, muttering to yourself) That’s so much worse though... (The Interviewer/You clear your throat)... Anyways, let us move forward...

11) Do you have any pets?

Raelen: I wouldn’t call Mystral that heh... She’s this dragon that we’ve got that like, is following us around ever since we uh - snuck her away from the Dragon Spire to escape a bunch of assassins and Azra crash landed us gloriously in the forest. (She giggles, then catches Azra staring daggers at her and answers by making a face at him). Gods, we’d better hope she didn’t hear us calling her a pet... because according to Vallerius’ translations of what she is thinking, she’s uh... (she then begins talking with a mock majestic voice) “The Tamer of Storms and the Scourge of the Earth, cower before me ye mortals” or something along those lines. (Raelen leans closer, whispering to you with a smirk)...But she does look and act like a cat, so I can’t really take her seriously and neither should you. She insists that she needs mittens for the winter, even though she generates enough heat to light up ten forges and has claws the size of a broadsword, and claims that its a disgrace that were not taking such “an important request” seriously in the middle of a war - though now that I think of it, that might just be Vallerius screwing us over with his shitty half-assed translations of Old Dragon Speech. (She narrows her eyes towards the long haired boy across the room, who pointed avoids her gaze).

12) What sports do you play/have played?

Raelen: Look, this isn’t really a sport, but I’ve sparred against some of the older Dragon Knights in a swordfigthing tourney of winter’s solstice Festival a few years ago, and did a pretty great job at it, I think. That is, before a stray spear knocked me on the helmet and left me unconscious for like, two hours. Teiva - that’s the General, our godmother - thought it was funny and seemed impressed, while Julyan nearly had a heart attack and the lecture that followed made me wish I was still asleep. But the food at the festival was good! So there’s that.

13) How tall are you?

Raelen: I don’t know exactly, but average height, maybe? Sometimes I think I am a bit taller than other kids my age, but that may be because Azra and Gareth are little ankle-biters, (she turns around as Azra prostests in the background, a smirk on her face as she sarcastically calls out). I think you’re proving my point, huh?

Interviewer (you): (The Interviewer/You smile as they start to bicker and nudge Raelen on the shoulder to catch her attention) This was one heck of a wild ride, Raelen! I hope you figure things out in your life again, and that you’ll find your brother soon. Thank you for coming to my interview!  

Raelen: This was a really fun experience! Thanks for having me, I really got to go though. Have like, an Empire to topple, a brother to save, a rebellion to help.. uh, anyways, a lot of things that I don’t want to burden you with... Bye! 

@lassiesandiego​ @writernopal​ @lyutenw​

[galactic-senator-amidala]

hello! mun speaking :D

"i am not afraid to use unorthodox means to prove my point"

before we get started, there’s some things that are going to be pointed out here (plz read they are very important):

if you’d like to ask padme or the mun anything, use my ask box! it is open for those specific reasons! just make sure to clarify if you are asking padme or mun

if youd like to rp but dont know if ill say yes, just dm me! they are open for those reasons lol

im pretty much cool with everything as long as it doesnt involve any nsfw stuff (gore & stuff is fine, im referring to smut)

my time schedule is wack so there will be days where i am radio silent. please dont think i am ignoring you, im probs just so busy i dropped dead (id recommend priv msging me to be safe)

my main blog is @flowered-bicycles so if youd like to see how i am like out of rp, go there lol

mun goes by soka but will usually be referred to as “amidala’s (or padme’s) mun. mun also uses she/her

as hard as i will try to be like padme’s canon self, i might end up throwing a bit of myself in the rp as well. if something seems ooc, please let me know but dont be harsh about it

parentheses or // are used when mun is speaking

roleplay is either used in 3rd person or 1st person. if you have a preference you’d like me to use, dont be shy and let me know

extra and disclaimer! - this is strictly an rp blog (yes i may act and speak and react like padme, but i am no way actually her. i am in no way affiliated with star wars! (unless you count being a fan as affiliated) so this is completely fanmade! feel free (much encouraged) to like, reblog, or send/asks and make comments! the ask box has anon on as well, so if you are too shy to use your user, anon is on just for you! if you wish, giving an emoji for me to recognize you by would be greatly appreciated! you can leave comments and ill try to reply to them. i dont think my submissions are open, but if youd like to submit something then ill open them!

BLOG RULES

you may use “potty mouth” when rping in character, but please keep it pretty strictly to star wars cursing (kriff, kark, etc)

padme is straight and will be canonically shipped with anakin (cuz they are married, duhh) but if you wish to do a “non-canonical”/au where padme is shipped with your character (or is not straight), please dm me and we will work it out

keep this a SFW blog! (which means no smut!! violence / gore are accepted tho so be warned)

keep the asks respectful please

uncomfortable topics will be blatantly ignored

dont godmod.

have fun!

about padme

galactic senator

canonically married to anakin skywalker

unofficially became ahsoka’s aunt

isn't afraid to use aggressive negotiations

will sweet talk you to get what she wants

friends & foes

canon

anakin skywalker - open slot

ahsoka tano - open slot

satine kryze - @arandomnerdsrp358

obi-wan kenobi - open slot

oc

(name of character) - user

PROMPT LIST! (and quotes)

here is a list of prompts that will help structure an rp (if you want to make a structured rp) or help get the rp flowing/started:

extra!: prompts and quotes can be requested together! for ex. : “can i request prompt a. with quote 6?” (or vice versa)

quotes:

1. “why did you do it? tell me”

2. “you know im always here for you, right?”

3. “let me take care of you”

4. “i thought id never see you again…”

5. “we need to get you to a hospital!”

6. “blood? why are you bleeding!?”

7. “sleep at my place tonight”

8. “you know you are my one and only”

9. “im in love with you, idiot (or di’kut)

10. “sh, stop fussing. let me braid your hair”

11. “if you steal the blankets, im going to put my cold feet on you.”

prompts:

a. it’s a mission and we got separated from the group. we are on an unknown planet and dont have any signal to comm the rest of the group. we have to try to make our way back to the ship with only each other and the things we have with us.

b. no one knows when it started, but suddenly people have started receiving red ribbons tied to their pinky and the red trails off to their soulmate. not everyone has a soulmate but we are some of the lucky few who have one. follow the roleplay as we go on a journey to follow the trail and meet eachother, and then live life together as soulmates.

c. a diplomatic mission gone wrong when a terrible virus breaks out in the planet. with the ship pulled to pieces and we are stranded on the planet, how will we survive and rebuild the ship to get off world and warn the other planets?

d. it’s a diplomatic mission to bring a planet to the side of the republic, but something goes wrong. dooku has brought his army to stop the planet from joining the republic and we get caught in the crossfire! negotiations are made and dooku has proposed a challenge for us to complete. if successfully completed, the planet may host a republic base. if lost, the planet goes to the separatists.

!! accepting additional quotes / prompts !!

[the-sparkling--diamond]

everything to win - 2

poe dameron x black female oc

warnings: n/a for this chapter

word count: 1,033

Watching Poe fly was hypnotic. There was no better word for it. Cerria found herself entranced by the way everything seemed so natural to him, as if it was all instinctual. She sat practically sideways in her seat, observing him work in the pilot's seat. "You a pilot too?" Cerria murmured.

Poe hummed in question before glancing at her briefly, "A pilot? Yeah. You could say that."

"You fly a U-Wing then, I'm guessing."

That earned her a laugh. Poe kept facing straight ahead as he spoke, a light smirk on his face, "Oh I can fly anything."

Cerria cracked a slight smile, "Oh, really?"

Poe nodded, "Really."

"Uh huh," Cerria murmured to herself. She found herself doubting him a tiny bit. After all, she'd never come across a better pilot than herself. She was silent for several moments, continuing to watch him, before saying, "You never told me where we're going. Or who you were...not really anyway."

Poe clenched his jaw before reluctantly saying, "D'Qar."

"D'Qar? The hell is on D'Qar?" Cerria nearly snorted.

Poe glanced at her, debating if he should tell her the truth. She seemed trustworthy so far, but that could change at any moment. At the same time though, she didn't look like the usual type that frequented Jakku. Sure, her clothes resembled those of a usual smuggler, but something seemed different about her. Poe took a closer look, noticing gleaming gold ear jewelry, her curls were long and defined, with small, intricate braids neatly woven throughout, her nails were perfectly manicured, and her tawny brown skin seemed to glow. Looking past her appearance, her ship was nearly in perfect condition. He narrowed his eyes as he looked back at her, "Who are you?"

Cerria laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow, "That crash must've messed with you more than I thought. I'm Cerria. This is my ship-"

Poe sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get any more information out of her, "Right, right. Cerria the mysterious pilot."

Cerria couldn't help but smile at the small tease, "I'm just matching your energy, Poe. The maybe pilot who allegedly can fly anything." She paused again, shrugging, "I haven't had to use my blaster on you so I guess the truth can't be that bad."

He smiled, "I guess your truth can't be that bad either. I doubt many other people would've gotten me out of the desert, much less let me borrow and pilot their ship...so, thank you. I really can't express how much I appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if you didn't find me."

"It's nothing, really," Cerria assured him, "I like to help." Her attention was quickly taken as the ship descended into the atmosphere of D'Qar, the rich emerald jungle below coming into view.

Poe glanced at Cerria once more, noticing how she was in a silent awe as she took in the view. "You've never been to D'Qar?"

Cerria shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away. "There's no people here so I never came."

Poe scoffed, amused, and furrowed his brows, "There's people here."

That caught Cerria's attention. She turned, giving him a look as if he'd grown another head, "What are you talking about? I always heard that there's no intelligent life here."

"Well," Poe laughed, "We're definitely not all geniuses, but I think we qualify as intelligent life."

"Who's..." The words died in Cerria's throat as Poe landed at what looked to be a military base. She quickly realized that he had been right; the planet was far from having no intelligent life. The base was bustling, people running every which way. "What is this?"

Poe figured that now was as good a time as any to come clean. "This is the Resistance. I'm a Resistance pilot." He kept his eyes on her as he stood and pressed the button to open the door of the ship, gauging her reaction.

"I...I guess I just never really thought it was real. I mean I'd heard about it vaguely, but seeing it..." Cerria trailed off, slowly standing and making her way out of the ship.

Poe followed close behind her and, no sooner than his feet had touched the ground, he was swarmed by people hugging and celebrating.

"Oh, man. We thought you were dead!" One voice sounded, quickly followed by another adding, "What happened? How did you get out?" After several joyful moments, Poe finally was released from the celebration of his squad. He couldn't stop smiling, relieved to be back when just hours ago, he wasn't even sure if he'd survive.

"I found him." Cerria piped up after a moment. She had been distracted by the celebration, feeling a slight warmth in her chest. Suddenly, several pairs of eyes were focused on her. She took a moment to calm the nerves that had suddenly spiked before continuing, "I was in the area and I saw him in the sand, so I offered to let him use my ship to get back here."

A dark haired woman a bit taller than Cerria stepped forward with a slight smile, "Thanks for getting our Commander back in one piece," she offered her hand, "Jessika Pava, but you can just call me Jess."

Cerria shook her hand, "Cerria."

Poe opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by a shout behind him. He turned to see Connix running over, holding her data pad.

"Someone found BB-8," she panted once she reached him, "We just got the alert."

Poe felt his heart stop in his chest, "Where?"

"Takodana. If we know, the First Order knows. We have to hurry."

Poe nodded, turning to his squadron. "Five minutes," he instructed.

As the team dispersed to prepare, Cerria spoke up, "I want to help."

Poe furrowed his brows, ignoring the sideways glance he caught Jess and Snap giving each other, "Are you sure? This... this is more than just a simple flight. You'll have to fly an X-Wing, take my orders."

Cerria couldn't help the slight laugh that left her; finding the idea that flying an X-Wing would be difficult ridiculous. "It'll be fun. How hard can it be to pick up one droid?"

[eyeballtank]

Did a new OC post as a sequel to this long thing.

Also put it on Mega: https://mega.nz/folder/6NxzwSQK#sULEUGSV8MIdZBER1ZOSNQ and Drive https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OIQzcYuPUUXEdD92NNrWGwI8JsLuk7NFElWo9M3ch_0

Only am doing this due to some health stuff.

note to self: PRESERVE ESSENTIAL POSTS IN SINGLE POST (GOOGLE, RENTRY, COMPUTER, MEGA, LIBREOFFICE ETC)

Extra OC ideas that won't be in the main post:

I'll repost stuff I posted before.

Also, when it comes to names for the overall series, I wanted to include words like "dimensional" or "dissonance" ("dimensional dissonance" is a taken name already).

This post could also be in mind with any released project like Project Nortubel because there's changes there compared to what's in the original "main OC" post like McSherry no longer having hair, Shihiro's main design, how certain events go/will go etc.

Nortubel:

Design idea that I just had some days ago:

Like a cow pattern colored spider but with 6 legs. It has a “head” that looks like a medieval knight helmet. The “face” of said helmet has a tilted square/diamond shaped window, which also has a white decorative silver web texture on it.

I should also use the word "Nortubese" since it describes our main characters.

Location: Some sort of place with "sad tones" of blues and greens, like it was a swamp with a fog but it still has urban/rural cityscapes.

Something "dreamy" and sad looking like yet another lost world.

An idea for a recurring vehicle/building and "HUB area" could be a lighthouse in a floating piece of land, inspired by the windmill from Gorillaz: Its design could be based off that blue/white lighthouse prop I put in Project Nortubel (Level p4m3l4) but maybe make it bigger like give it more floors.

A spin-off story idea (One with no fantasy or weird elements) I could try is of someone who always wanted to be a soccer player and joins a big team but over time starts to dislike the profession after looking at the business model of being a soccer player and how soccer fans behave.

Could end with the soccer player stumbling upon the main Nortubel cast having fun playing soccer, so the famous player sees the more innocent side of the sport.

In the previous long OC post, I said something about Pamela's house having a "marquee", turns out those might be called "sunroom".

Another alt hair for Pamela: Long hair but the forehead is exposed because the hair is laid back; A large part in the middle/above her forehead is green while the rest (Left and right sides) is white; The hair as it goes down has a lot of braids; For some reason, Sindel from Mortal Kombat comes to mind.

Details of the kitchen in Pamela's house: The cupboards and cabinets are green; Some walls are yellow (Upper half has painted yellow walls while the lower half has yellow tiles; The ceiling and floor are red.

Untotern (This name was not in the OC post):

Desmond: I might drop the sunglasses/jacket/wrestler/etc parts to make him more detached from humanity/Earth. Even his name could change.

Something about 2 characters where one is a magical girl representing time with gold decoration on her outfit and the other is a magical boy with red and representing space. Came in a dream about there being a Gravity Rush 3.

Maybe Maikouto’s hands and feet could have different colored palms/soles.

Maybe Marcus could have an alt design where he looks less like a Caleb rip-off.

Also a form where his eyes are green sometimes.

Greklovick:

B-Man’s multigun gets 2 new firing modes, so now it’s six:

One is a “smart explosive” type, so it has homing/targeting rockets and proximity mines.

(The projectile is like a small explosive with "legs" so it either extracts them to attach to a surface or closes them while it flies).

The other is like Doom’s Plasma Rifle with energy orbs that can even power up machines, but also has the Quake Thunderbolt thing of being dangerous underwater.

As for an alt fire, either a rail gun or lightning gun depending on which it’d be more unique from a pre-existing fire.

I thought of giving B-Man a pistol, like something with an infinite but slow charging rail-gun laser and an alt fire being small homing micro missiles while there’s a scope attached. A weapon that hints at being moddable/having alt fires like his main gun.

Weapon idea: A big hoop/ring shaped weapon that works like Doom 2016's Static Rifle where it needs movement to build up energy. Its primary fire is like Doom 16's Plasma Rifle's Heat Blast, which involves a 360 degree/radius energy blast ring. And the "meter" could have build up phases like the energy ring dealing more damage or have some different effects. While being shaped like a sci-fi hoop, the user is of course in the middle/”hole” and then there's like 2 harness things to grab the weapon from and with buttons to use it.

Also, I once wrote something about what Tfoorie tells the Otulp king before killing him and I should probably use a more interesting line instead of basic swearing.

B-Man could have a hologram item but enemies can see the gadget where the holographic image comes from, so it’s best put behind a box.

There could be “walking” holograms where the tiny gadget has wheels or hovers in the air.

Half of Greklovick’s population has brain chips since birth and it’s why robots can have “human-like” intelligence.

UpGreat Co has been renamed to Obnizirovat.

Raymond’s arc: Born from tube, goes to war, brainwashed until he finds truth, gets depressed, maybe he meets B-Man and Clarity, confronts Lahrn, something about mutated brothers, maybe he meets Modine and tries to carry his wheelchair while B-Man and Clarity help him before Modine meets Lahrn and dies… I need to figure out his story.

There could be a moment where he’s near death and B-Man feels bad for him, even if Raymond tells him to not bother.

Also, I could make Scorbrion part of the Otulp enemy line up.

Grek military could have robots/mechs inside each other like Matryoshka dolls.

As far as FPS enemies go, humans can have a lot of versatility in terms of both weapons/arsenal and faction (Grek police, criminals, wasteland bandits, other countries) and even how they’re “corrupted” (Mutation from radiation, Otulp control, zombies, tech virus, mind control etc).

Zharkovil is now from a different country but I’ve yet to give it a name.

He also represents an army/cult of weird cyborgs, just to rip off Quake’s Strogg.

Jamie: I guess his other design references could be Mean Machine and Rico from Dredd.

Otulp: Flesh/body horror based environments could work.

Maybe even some areas implied to be wombs as they show off weird alien creatures with umbilical cords still developing.

But said "wombs" are also "stomachs", so they get showered with gastric acid and the alien baby is "digested" by the "mother" or something gross like that.

Something about the Grek mercs having space armor.

Something about Zharkovil’s country having a culture of crazy cyborg people. Like if the Strogg weren’t an alien race but instead a country on Earth.

Samatha has these line shaped holes in her right arm, that allow her to use an ID card in them as if they're "card readers" and it could be a move for a boss fight (This move also resembles the concept of self harm, which could even hint at her past).

Alt look for Raymond: Something with a jacket and a pistol to increase his Clint Eastwood influence.

Clarity could get unique health items like repair kits (Still designed in a way that suits certain standards like being white with the wrench and tool icons resembling a pink cross) or oil cans.

I could always redesign the Grid building and make said redesigns canon, as if such a massive building is occasionally rebuilt at times.

Greklovick has “builder” robots: Some of them are like giant mechs that modify buildings and roads.

Sometimes, both these mechs and even giant “builder” ships carry large stuff like roads or buildings as they move around and modify the look of the cities.

I want architecture to be relevant in this setting to the point the buildings can look detailed and even inconsistent: It’s because the actual city planning staff is made of weird AI’s that keep deciding things fast, so a large block can change entirely.

The Wasp mech could have some weird red colored tech under the main/outside layers and above the inner workings, as if these features are like robot equivalent to muscles between skin and organs/bones.

Even Clarity could have these “red metal layers” parts inside of her, above her Terminator-like skeleton.

Maybe I could shave Kler's beard.

Moment idea: Yiegour near death having a dream/vision where he meets Chernobaalg and he's in a pure human form (No cybernetic arms or mask) and naked; Clarity shows up in a blue form, that also looks more human; She hugs Yiegour from behind, crying and wanting him to come back. This also goes with the idea that Clarity was a human (And something about Leon and Otto making her "more than a machine").

Herrko:

“Cooler” Ivan: I stated that I want Ivan to look pretty like Sandalphon from GBF or a typical “fujobait” anime twink, but I also thought of an alt look where he looks cooler.

The reference being Killy from Blame or Zoichi from Biomega.

Could still be “pretty” but still looks cooler and angrier/grittier, as opposed to Booker being a Frank Castle/Marv/Hartigan/Judge Dredd mix up or B-Man being the “Doomguy/Master Chief” equivalent.

And it could also tie into transformations like a form of Ivan, like how Clarity originally used Aigis and some others as reference but also has a “Drossel/Transformer” alt form.

Also think his armor could use a redesign, like maybe being “beefier” or some change in details.

Herrko’s world could have other humanoid species/societies like guys with “tall/long” heads, so there’s more besides pointy ears like “ring” ears.

Galaghar alt look: Maybe a Darkwolf/Frazetta based design I have planned for Project Nortubel.

Maybe I could redo Luuluu and the fairies (Ping and Bloo could be redone as Brinkaedea characters while actual Herrko fairies should look like weird Wayne Barlowe creatures).

Eve Luuluu could be redone for a different setting entirely.

If Uulga could throw her sword:

Sword mode, it stabs onto enemies and gets them stuck to walls.

Axe mode, flies around and returns like a boomerang.

A bit crazier would be the 2 parts splitting with a chain in the middle.

(Maybe she could use it as a grapple hook).

An idea for Euloria could be a transformation where she gets 4 eyes, 4 arms and 2 pointy ends of each ear (And also 4 breasts and an increased height).

Basically, her being a bit more powerful and something related to her ancestors.

I wonder if Pebble’s arms could be “noodle-like” at times, even if that counts as a retcon (Same with having extra joints).

Maybe Uulga’s hands and feet could have different colored palms/soles.

I could make the main Yelven groups comparable to some animals: Ghalbeens are like monkeys (Eat bananas, swing from vines) and Horgs are like walruses (Swim a lot, eat lots of fish, there’s an Horg race where their skin is like that of a walrus so they resist the cold).

While some Horgs/Ghalbeens/Yevlen can be corrupted by Lakk, Lakk can create some that were always corrupted (These look even more bizarre). Also, no red variation of them can ever be made “uncorrupted”.

According to some legends, the red ones may’ve been made at the same time as the normal ones.

I might as well make it so Horgs/Ghalbeens/Yevlen barely think of their physical differences because everyone in Herrko is busy with or just think about something else (So they judge by their character).

One of the rare exceptions is Prescillia (That one blond Yevlen lady NPC) being very passionate about Horgs (To the point she invites both Uulga and Galaghar to her house and even makes some pies for them; Uulga comes up with an excuse to leave but Galaghar stays for a while).

Euloria’s relationship with Uulga can be friendly or professional but she doesn’t like Pebble as much, since Pebble can be clumsy or end up in goofy situations (While Uulga tries to calm Euloria over Pebble’s mishaps).

Herrko dragon design idea: Head is like that of a shark’s; Wings are thin and transparent, textured like a jellyfish; Maybe it has human-like hands for claws; I probably need to think this better.

Brinkaedea:

Bald Bonkette: I was thinking about a bald girl (Besides one I mentioned from a dream) that still had some hair.

Like the very top is bald but there’s bits of hair around.

I gave Bonka an alt dimension version that is meaner called Bonkette: Imagine her with a bald-like head and some hair, along with her goth-like aesthetic.

Alt Bonky's name could be "Bonkoid".

Bonka could have something like B-Man’s hologram but it’s a cardboard with a drawing of her.

Speaking of Odin and some story moment where he nearly dies: The progress of Bonka’s relationship with him would change. I like to imagine a flashback to all the times she complained about him, then cutting to a scene of her being emotional and sad over him. Slappy: I think his name/design could change because I just want a muppet/puppet character in general.

If Brinkaedea gets a stop motion animation project (Presumably made with 3d models/Blender), I like to imagine this character animated in 3D but realistic enough to look like something out of Sesame Street/The Muppets.

Also drop the idea of Bonky referencing Batman (Maybe the references to Amelia Earhart or Jeffrey Dahmer can also be dropped).

Even if "Alt" Brinkaedea is gone, a portion of it is recreated in the main Brinkaedea.

It has a bit of a "mean" aesthetic like those twisted city buildings from Bakshi’s Cool World where you see goofy angry faces and stuff that comes off as "cartoonishly mean" or "naughty".

With the NPC Braaadwin: I like to think of a gag where characters have to say the first syllable of his name long enough so he knows he’s being called (And it annoys characters who want to talk to him but he ignores because they didn’t prolong that part of his name). Or even a minigame/QTE sequence of pressing a button long enough so it fits the joke in a mechanical way.

Bonka believes babies come from storks.

Maybe Bonka could have a yoyo, even as an attack.

Massag-Coav:

I feel like reconsidering the Kramden brothers like their occupation, design, even setting etc: I just want to come up with goofy characters inspired by the Three Stooges and Dalton brothers from Lucky Luke.

If McSherry had a vehicle, it could be a water jet ski with the aesthetic of a Hell's Angels type of bike.

Moment idea: Marie Joolietta in her anger trying to strangle Feelix before Fernaanda comes to stop her.

Level idea: A museum where the art/illustrations/sculptures are definitely furry themed and kinda remind you of Modern Art in lots of ways.

Like abstract clay statues or something like that.

Could be where Holmes could steal stuff or at least have some characters comment on the art being pretentious.

Random note: Both Nortubel and Massag-Coav could use shows like Midsomer Murders or Poirot with David Suchet as references for scenery and locations.

Barney should use his casual clothes more often than his lab clothing, at least when he’s not working.

The “Diamond Friendly” hotel could be redesigned in a different game or two just because, with no lore explanation.

Lahiurn:

Maybe Eygzouhl could have a Rasputin character.

His name is Nitupsar and he's a wizard.

Namylea at some point discovers something related to him, like an amulet.

Characters like Jerold and others defeat him by burying him under cement.

“Project Oppenheimer” is renamed to Project Komarovsky.

Also, forget the “what if Charles calls Barney a damn dirty ape as a reference to the POTA movies” bit; References that obvious aren’t needed.

Krimb-Stone:

How did Stella end up in Krimb-Stone?

My first game already explains that she accidently stumbled on the weird box and a portal opened.

But for meeting Booker: I imagine her being found by some racist guys calling her the most offensive shit (In a way that is over the top edgy) and she runs.

Then Booker shows up and kills them; One even has his head in the sidewalk and Booker stomps it with his boot.

But Booker still calls one of them a very bad word, so Stella knows that even a good guy in this setting still has dirt.

(In general, Booker occasionally tells Stella that he's not that much of a hero).

Agile Kraq: I like to think he could be agile and act like a fucked up monkey, jumping around and running like an agile boss fight.

And also state that he resists even poison because of how mutated he is.

But his weakness could be clean water.

Speaking of story plans, the way how Booker can kill Phineas is by grabbing the metal piece on his head and push it so hard, it leaves Phineas in horrible pain and he starts shaking awkwardly and Booker can’t tell if he should watch him suffer or finish the job quickly.

The “president” I mentioned in the long post could be a character in Krimb-stone who paid weapons manufacturers to build tanks based on his image and weird tech (That’s still bound to “possible” limitations and not literal sci-fi like Greklovick) and he could be the president that Booker kills.

Might as well redo how Reptile actually killed Booker's family: Could make it involve poison being sent to the wrong targets and she tries to cover it up or do something about it.

An idea for a chapter could be Booker discovering a movie/film industry where they actually kill actors for the sake of "too real" gore in horror movies.

When Bullet discovers the graveyard of Booker’s family, he does horrible things and gets his men to hack television networks, so lots of people are exposed to the horrors (Basically, a more extreme version of Nicky pissing on Frank’s family’s corpses from Punisher Max).

The government has soldier brainwash programs and even want to capture Booker to try it: Another reason for him to kill himself in the end.

Krimb-Stone doesn't have sci-fi elements but I think it could have horror things like some "frankenstein" abominations that are either cultists who choose to be that way or victims of weird experiments.

Some could be unrealistic to some degree, of course.

Idea for Matysha: Alt design with babushka headwrap.

If I do kill off Matysha and Ricotto:

Matysha: She has a meaningful moment with Ricotto before she helps him run as some organization tries to kill her. Said organization is a female mafia squad that planned on turning against Matysha, since its leader is the daughter of the wrestler Matysha killed that got her in prison. The leader gets to talk to Matysha about why she did it and even ask her about Ricotto's whereabouts. One of the mobsters notices certain details on the room that causes the leader to ask Matysha what happened to Rico and Matysha responds with a smile before being gunned down, as the leader's face shows disgust and she vomits.

Ricotto: After running away, he’s captured by some guys and meets a woman who turns out to be his mother (She was alive the whole time). She wanted to see her son again and is both glad he’s alive and furious. She asks Ricotto about Matysha and demands that he answers her. Rico looks at a pen sticking out of her jacket and he quickly picks it up and stabs his own neck with it. His mom ends up shocked in terror and crying. Then the scene cuts to Ricotto in a strange mysterious place where he meets Booker’s daughter, Veronica. She looks scared and Rico becomes her friend.

I also thought of the 4 (Booker, Reptile, Matysha, Ricotto) ending up in Hell and meeting certain characters like any of the 7 undead.

Maybe even treat these 4 as "summons" or something.

Even stuff like undead Reptile and Matysha fighting for so long before they settle on being acquaintances (Or even girlfriends because I like yuri) in Hell or undead Ricotto telling Booker about Veronica.

If Booker had a theme song, I always imagined something depressive like NIN's Downward Spiral/Hurt.

As for Bullet's theme, it would copy NIN's Closer.

I imagine it playing when Booker enters Bullet's "dungeon" where it's all colored in weird shades of brown/yellow/red and as he fights some of Bullet's henchmen, you get like flashbacks and quick disappearing images of gross stuff.

At the end, Booker leaves the dungeon but then throws up.

Villain idea: A guy dressed as a pirate with beard, eyepatch etc that's a drug dealer, because I think Krimb-Stone could use goofy characters like Dead Rising psychos.

Also thought of including ugly hipsters with extremely, over the top, ridiculous looks like horrible beards, glasses, clothes, hair styles etc as if they're an awful trend in Krimb-Stone and Booker tries to infiltrate them but his costume doesn't work as much because it's basic.

If Krimb-Stone has its version of the KKK, there could be a guy with a mask and a puppet on his hand, so he does horrible jokes in a goofy voice.

(There could be a moment where Booker shows up and the puppet of this guy goes "what the fuck" without the guy even using him and then the puppet hand is cut off, the guy is like "no, you killed my little friend" or something before Booker kills him).

A very edgy idea is some ugly guy carrying his ugly pregnant wife and she just shoots fetuses like a human cannon (Who also explode in gross liquids because they could be mutated in the context of the "Goldies").

Krimb-Stone could also have its version of those caves in Australia that people live in.

I always imagined Phineas with black hair, so I imagine he could have face surgery at some point.

Also, Booker's bat could be renamed instead of "tool of justice".

I like to think Ricotto plays with toys: On one hand, he could use them when explaining his plans like putting random dolls on top of maps where he explains a criminal strategy.

Or a tribute to that one OPM art with Child Emperor, where Rico is holding toys based off characters like Booker and Reptile.

Story idea: Booker discovers a creepy family cult where the leader is some Cheri Brooks type of fat woman in a 4-Wheel-Scooters and he kills her with her own scooter.

Also one of the few times Booker cries over someone else’s tragedy, when he find the letter of one of the victims written about their family.

Other/Extra:

Maybe the Blackstar soldiers could have teeth in their "armor" but with something in the middle splitting the teeth (For some reason, I thought of using Torquemada from Nemesis the Warlock as reference).

From a recent dream I had: It was like a scene from a game that doesn’t exist.

Main character was a kid and he had this robot angel guardian but there was a way to kill him somehow.

So if you kill the angel robot, the next scene had an adoptive mother character who would have read you a story.

But because of the angel robot’s death, she instead tries to slap you and then throws rocks as attempts to kill you.

She vaguely reminded me of Gwynevere from Dark Souls and she also had a son, who was like your brother.

So I guess there was also some Undertale parallels?

Because the mother and her son may’ve not been human.

2 dreams/ideas I better document just in case:

1: Imagine a lost 90’s CDI-ish, dark fantasy game about a goblin character going through a journey.

It’s not just a game but also an interactive movie, like they first made a movie and split it to add gameplay between the cutscenes.

The game/movie is also both animated and live action, so some scenes are like Jim Henson’s The Dark Crystal and others are like Ralph Bakshi’s Wizards.

And the gameplay is like a platformer but maybe you can pretend there’s also point-and-click puzzles.

2: Imagine a bald guy suddenly getting hair and a beard but everytime he touches his facial hair, it disappears before he feels it like it’s growing backwards.

Then it turns out that every strand of hair is a very detailed sci-fi building, like there’s a civilization in his head.

A civilization that could’ve been so advanced except for the fact that they’re very small.

But if someone were to shrink themselves to see exactly what this civilization is, they’d see technology and artifacts never seen before in mankind’s history.

Latest dream: Something about a white furry character with long white hair (And white fur in general) saving the last of its kind by getting them all inside a spaceship and piloting it away from an exploding space base or something.

The character itself looked like a mix of Knuckles and Silver.

Said character looked like a male adult in the context of the story and all the other characters were either female or kids that he tried to rescue, while there was some lore about the species.

If I ever add something like this, I’d probably try to make him look like a cute kemono style character and not at all like a Sonic character.

I also vaguely recall something about a red scalie/kobold character with a black hoodie, so i could probably use it too.

It might as well be related to Speedoru’s Punch Punch Forever animation.

Something about a demon girl who has a special switch on her fortress and it’s like a sandal attached to a wall.

So she supposedly puts her foot in it and moves it to a direction, just to activate it.

The movie:

It’s about a world full of cowboys that get to be plane pilots but only if they cut off their legs/lower halves.

So there’s this young guy that looks like Mark Hamill/Michael J Fox who really wants to be a pilot but also gets second thoughts seeing all these old cowboys with missing legs, some even missing the stomach area under their ribs.

There’s even a part where he says “wow, you’re so American” because i guess the character is from a different place.

The anime:

It took place in a space station that looks like a set of buildings because it’s like an apartment complex and school/college.

There’s a scene where a guy (In his 20’s) is eating and he notices a light flickering.

Then some lady cooking and one of the egg yolks turns into a little black goofy character taking a bath in some bowl.

Then there’s some garden/courtyard zone where some girls jump and start floating because of the zero gravity (One looked like Asuka from Evangelion and 2 others looked like Azumanga Daioh characters like Chiyo and Sakaki).

Idea 1: The story is about a giant scary corpse around planet Earth and nobody caring that there’s a scary face looking at them from the sky.

But one guy hated it and found a way to get rid of the giant carcass.

How? I forgot but the corpse screams really loud and spins so fast around the Earth before it leaves and explodes.

Then some space organization arrives on Earth and gets mad.

They explain that the corpse is that of a woman whose dream was “to be one with the moon”.

Idea 2: Think of a small fountain that is like an old sink/bowl at “chest level” to most people.

But made of gold and on top of something with wheels, while around it are golden skulls and decoration.

And then some lady pushes it and moves it like a vehicle.

There’s a red room and like 4 guys sitting in chairs, like a league of supervillains.

They all looked like Yuri from command and conquer, bald with goatees and all.

But they were cut in half, except there was no gore: They were sitting in different but normal sitting positions and just happened to be split in 2 halves, like if they were in an image and someone cut them with some image editing tool.

The “slices” in themselves were vertical but one guy was crossing his legs and the “inner” parts were like pitch back.

And they were having a discussion or acting normally as if nobody was aware.

Maybe these were holograms that were split, which is why the guys didn’t notice and would still move normally.

Either way, another idea I could use for a project.

Another idea: Something involving girls doing weird rituals where large rock/wood pillars with pointy tips rise from the floor and stab them.

Like huge things drilling holes and the girls’ bodies hang in there stabbed or something.

Maybe something about “house bridge hybrids” and Venice?

Zombie design from a dream of mine:

He looks like a pink/flesh colored melted human.

I know he had some weird details that made him eerie.

Around the upper/right side of him, there were these small hands/arms growing on him, lots of them.

Maybe they were resembling those underwater plants like coral reefs or some weird mushrooms.

On the left side, he had a "platform" where his left breast could be.

On top of said platform is a very small, mummified baby-like tiny human and there’s a bunch of others like him.

Almost all of them were grabbing each others’ legs like a chain as if they were forming a row or sorts.

And because of gravity, one end of this chain was going down, so most of those tiny zombies were upside down but to a certain point, there's an "arc" and the tiny zombie at the other end was almost standing upright on the "breast" of the main zombie.

Something I wanna try is, if I get comic book style cutscenes (Presentation and art style), is have every chapter start with “splash art” covers: Like any time a chapter starts, it has a very special illustration (Even if it looks more detailed than the main cutscene art).

Double centaur idea: Like think of a muscular male centaur where you have the horse legs/body and the human torso but no arms or the neck/collar bone area. Imagine 2 of them and they're connected to said cut off upper area of the torso. So this double centaur can walk in a floor and ceiling at the same time, depending on the size of the room. Because one half is on the bottom (So it stands normally) and the other is above and upside down.

There could be a character whose name has an L and R in it, but when she reaches a certain form, the L is replaced with LH and the R with RR. This makes it so anytime a character says her name, they automatically say it with LH and RR against their will.

This strange character is Hhtrintina’s daughter.

With the amount of characters and ideas I have, I could do spin-offs/minigames inspired by Where's Waldo or even Guess Who.

Some ingame switches could be considered alive:

The Brinkaedea ones are goofy characters.

The blue Untotern switch is a tormented soul.

I could give Greklovick a new type of switch where it's someone's consciousness uploaded to an AI/robot, made part of a switch/machine or Herrko obviously having something magical.

Since some of Project Nortubel's ingame objects were made with the companion gameplay in mind, I thought about games with no companion and when I reuse these ideas:

Some switches could be shootable.

The red floor button sometimes could use a pushable but unlike the floor button that usually uses the pushable, it's meant to be temporary.

FUTURE GAME IDEAS (After Nortubel is finished, hopefully)

Even if a game is focused on a specific setting, I still want to add stuff from other worlds like levels where multiverse journeys still happen.

It’s not just recurring characters and worlds, even specific level props/objects/items etc that I’d like to see in different styles and uses.

I also like to imagine "off genre" portions in a game.

Like 2D platformer based games with enough levels/content such as Pebble having her own platforming adventure in an Herrko game or Clarity also having platforming stuff in a Grek game.

Or Lahrn having a hack and slash game or Namylea having a 2D Metroid inspired game.

Basically "games inside games" as if they're not big enough to be standalone (Or if they just exist, so I could make use of a bunch of assets because, due to Project Nortubel's ugliness, I want to give justice to everything in that game even very specific stuff to please my OCD)

In the main OC post, there’s the EXTRA: Gameplay ideas/playability: part which already gives some ideas.

Something specific with certain games is they tell stories of before and after the Nortubel 6 first visited certain worlds: This could be "retold" in specific games.

Massag-Coav: Holmes introduces his world to the 6 while being the one to do something about the chickens (Even McSherry helps).

Booker fights off Phineas' men while the 6 (And Stella) escape.

Yiegour faces Zharkovil directly and tries to protect the 6 while they deactivate Zhark's shield.

Uulga is the one guiding the 6 in the cave and protecting them.

There could be more examples like whether or not even Leon/Otto are the ones fighting the virus while introducing their world to the 6.

Potential game names:

Greklovick: The Deeper The Wound

Untotern: Loving The Dead

Massag-Coav: Whatever Bowie song name/lyric I could add as a subtitle (Expect me to name games after certain songs/lyrics from musicians I like)

Hirdrih: Whatever Daft Punk lyric I could use.

I already mentioned the remake idea in the Nortubel story plans post, so there's the other stuff I want to make:

Hirdrih game:

A basic platformer with a “16-bit” pixel art style and mostly about Leon and Otto doing fun adventures in their world.

In this one, I could give Pebble a cameo where she’s using a robe because it’s raining in her village.

Fighting game idea:

Could be an excuse to simply give characters movesets and fighting abilities, so I don't care about competitive stuff.

cool varied menus representing the themes/aesthetics of different worlds.

Shihiro and Zarina would be the “main” characters but there’s still more.

Arcade mode where various characters have their own campaigns and interactions with others etc.

I like to think this could be the first game to have "good looking" 3D models and justify a "model showcase" menu that even shows some non-playable characters, has options for alt skins, hair, details etc and a camera free enough to even let you see under the models.

For character selection menus: I like to try specific themes/UI designs based on specific worlds like Hirdrih getting a fake computer OS theme, Krimb-Stone having police mugshots and documents, Greklovick with sci-fi stuff, Untotern with stuff related to death and mythologies etc.

But a "stage select" menu would have a SMW style map where you see a chibi version of any character walking in a map to select the stage (Because I plan to have enough stages based on specific worlds to justify this).

Deathmatch FPS

Maybe the plot could be about the Blackstar kidnapping certain characters just to test their skills but the weapons could still be based off the Grek Multigun and Yiegour would be the default player skin.

Power up ideas: One where the player has an electric AoE attack, so others close to you get shocked.

Rips off of Quad Damage, Haste, Regeneration, Invisibility, Invulnerability etc from Quake/Doom.

Even stuff like “heal yourself by attacking others” or “enemy attacks deflect from you and hurt them back” or at least “damage is split and given to both attacker and attacked”.

Could also give this game a “horde mode” just to add in enemies from various worlds.

One thing is "same level" Quake 3 style gameplay but I'd like to have characters with their own arsenals.

Specially if they get playable in singleplayer FPS campaigns, so their weapons could also be used if they were in a multiplayer concept.

Like the Doom mod Samsara where various FPS heroes carry some of their weapons and abilities (Even specific details) to fight against each other.

(As opposed to Quake Champions where everyone has the same weapons but there's unique abilities and stuff).

Something about a "roller coaster feeling" (repost):

Something I always want to make (And hope to do it in the future, when my skills and “career” evolve) is a game that gives you a feeling of going through different worlds, like a journey or rollercoaster.

Maybe include the dream-like “liminal spaces” stuff people like but in a way where I reference actual dreams I’ve had and don’t make it come off as internet pandering.

But also because of the diversity of my characters and the idea of “types” in certain media, but still using more specific influences/preferences and be a bit creative.

Like think of different worlds in games.

Mario usually has green grass fields, desert levels, ice levels etc.

So certain games always have “diverse worlds” but made to fit a certain brand.

Imagine extending that so the worlds feel more different, like almost a crossover.

An ice level/world can be anything:

Something cute with christmas trees and snowmen.

A city covered in snow.

A fantasy realm with a snow castle.

A planet with extremely low temperatures and alien life part of it.

A military base with guards.

I’m also reminded of Golden Souls, a series of Doom mods mainly inspired by Mario but the variety of worlds is diverse enough that they can be based off other series like Resident Evil or Castlevania.

And then there’s stuff I want to avoid like Eat Lead: The Return of Matt Hazard because I wouldn’t want a Drawn Together parody direction.

It’s why I hope I get to remake Project Nortubel in like 10 years with better visuals and presentation, but also include different worlds in other games, besides just doing more with certain characters/ideas.

Maybe even make something feel “seamless” like Half-Life where you feel like you’re taking this transdimensional journey.

I’m also reminded of a 4chan rage bait image where a guy goes “what I want vs what I got” over wanting videogames to look like old novels/comics concept art and saying modern games are generic looking.

But it does remind me of how a lot of games people like have specific media influences and how modern tech should make it easier to mimic the look of a Philippe Druillet comic.

Because when it comes to someone saying videogames look the same, they always stop at photorealistic brown FPS but never at certain fantasy/sci-fi aesthetics being more used than others.

Kinda like how “CalArts” was used to make fun of “beanmouth” cartoons but some people doing that refuse to point out Disney’s presense in animation looking less diverse.

But honestly, it’s just a matter of picking different media, copying it and making a “journey” out of it.

Edit to add more:

Different music is worth considering, specially if you have specific preferences and a variety, instead of just mimicking videogame music or something like that.

UI/HUD stuff too, since Nortubel even has different stylized titles for worlds. This was inspired by Kingdom Hearts.

How about playable characters and genres? Someone once thought Bonka should be playable in Nortubel, but with that in mind, I’d also do the same for some other characters with different genres in a potential remake. Bonka and Leon get 2D platforming, Kalub gets a top down puzzle with some combat, Uulga gets beat em ups, Yiegour gets an FPS mode etc.

(Repost over)

Speaking of this “dream journey” game: The Nortubel 6 could have a fixed camera like classic Resident Evil, Bonka would be in a “artistic/cinematic” 2D platformer format and B-Man would be in a “smooth transition” Half-Life style.

Stella could also be playable. In fact, you can choose which older and younger siblings are ingame (Carrie/Katrin/Stella/Melvin and Oscar/Pete/Angela).

A game centered around decorating worlds/levels or stuff related to level customization?

Just to play with world themes even more, whether it’s just a casual game or puzzle based one.

Racing game

Again, to explore vehicle ideas, items, tracks etc.

Nortubel 2?

Use Umihara Kawase as reference so the fishhook is finally a grappling hook.

Maybe it’s in this game where I tackle the Egas Moniz bully character.

Nortubel 2 could be about the bully Egas, whereas the "liminal space" game is about the family issues of the main cast.

Topdown Nortubel

Can’t tell if it could be based off Binary Land or Chip’s Challenge.

Massag-Coav?

A point and click/VN could be a neat way to explore the setting and characters, but I like to think platforming and stealth gameplay can still work.

Maybe I could rip off Memorable Games’ On Your Tail.

Lahiurn?

FPS is obvious, but I’d like to try TPS and stealth stuff too.

Untotern?

A lot can work because of the characters’ variety: Brawler/action, top down, platforming, turn based combat etc.

When it came to the top down/Zelda clone idea, I thought of characters as sprites in a 3D world, where the player can also rotate the map, so you can see the levels in different angles.

Herrko?

Copying Golden Axe and Dragon’s Crown seems obvious but so does Dark Souls (Could use it to focus on Ivan).

Brinkaedea?

Platforming is obvious and can be in different types.

Greklovick:

FPS is obvious.

Maybe make it so the format is “linear” in a Doom style but when B-Man goes to other universes, some worlds have “Hexen” style of different levels attached to each other.

RTS game:

A good reason to expand on the militaries of certain worlds like Greklovick and Herrko.

Tamagotchi/Cube World inspired game for character interactions

Some spin-offs could be gimmicky stuff like this.

Krimb-Stone?

I personally would have a game based on this setting to be the last (Like, after all other game ideas) just because of how edgy I want it to be.

If a Krimb-Stone focused game has different playable characters:

Booker is the most "gun focused" one with access to various weapons.

Reptile is stealth focused.

Matysha is melee/brawler focused but also has explosives.

Ricotto leans towards platforming/movement/even some use of his bike.

Because I want this game to be edgy: Imagine an extra art gallery where there's actual NSFW art of various characters but it's a secret bonus (Pamela, Zarina, Uulga, Beatrice etc).

Another feature: A "streamer friendly" setting that insults the player of enabling it.

Krimb-Stone game about the "Goldies"

The Goldies are like zombies but they're more Garth Ennis' Crossed inspired where they just become horrible people doing horrible things and they're covered in gold stains that grow on them like a fungus.

Meaning Bullet is behind the development of a "Gold virus" that makes people act like filthy monsters and it's released in a village.

In a way, this game could be my Resident Evil 4.

The plot could involve Booker, Reptile, Matysha and Ricotto somehow ending up in the same village and having to work together.

In terms of canon, it takes place after most Krimb-Stone stories where these 4 have already met, so their interactions in this game would have their relations change a bit I guess.

The game could even start in the middle of the story and with occasional flashbacks to how they got into this situation.

When the Goldies are revealed, 3 of the cast are shocked while Booker doesn't seem that surprised as if he's too used to seeing horrible things.

Despite being the antagonist, Bullet does run away in the end. I actually think of doing this game before the "main" Krimb-Stone game (Taking place both before and after this specific one).

There could be a funny moment where Ricotto throws up in Booker's helmet.

Also, a moment where Reptile does confess to Matysha about who killed Booker's family and even though Matysha promises to keep a secret, Reptile still knows Booker will find out regardless.

Multigenre games?

Would love to try it, really.

Maybe the “ultimate” game (Like the last chapter of a story involving so many characters and even different endings) could try this.

Either that or a Warioware style minigame thing.

The "Ultimate" game

Like something with multiple genres and characters.

Could also have them on a journey to survive the end of the multiverse and something big involving certain antagonists.

Like the most “epic” tale with these characters.

One thing to include would be stuff related to revisiting memories and emotional moments.

Future Nortubel remake ideas (repost lol):

In a good future where my gamedev career goes somewhere and there’s no natural disaster or life threatening condition on my way: Proper save system, even if I still use passwords or something creative like icons. The fishhook could be an actual grapple hook in some places, even if swingable ropes are still a thing in some levels (Or I could save the grapple hook fishing rod idea for a new game with the Nortubel characters). Better art, even if I’d keep inconsistencies in art style/designs because I like to experiment with my characters and stuff. Some level geometry can be changed, even if some places are still familiar enough (Like new areas to make levels a bit bigger etc). Certain ideas done more interestingly like Stella and how she interacts with those traps or the “rival” race levels. If some other characters (Bonka, Leon, Kalub, Yiegour, Uulga etc) are playable, might as well make them different genres. Different UI/HUD aesthetics that reflect on certain worlds. Options to move forward/backwards for the dialogue/lines from cutscenes. Having a better structure behind the scenes, so I could properly use the same type of switch in the same level (Krimb level 3 is an exception because the switches are part of the same scenes as the traps). More levels just in case, to extend certain themes. Could probably add more props and stuff to extend certain themes as well. More interesting NPC interaction and maybe portraits for NPC dialogue text boxes. Optional menus to view cutscenes, art illustrations and lore texts in case the original game doesn’t have those. Maybe more options for gameplay like customizable controls or even an alternate “The Lost Vikings” system for players they could select over the current system (But please, consider the level design). Actual “end level” screens with stats, some neat victory music and even images of our characters celebrating, maybe. I'd like to give the levels actual "atmosphere", though still not sure if a remake would be a very good looking 2D game or even have the levels be somewhat 3D but stuff like characters and props still as sprites. Maybe some cutscenes would use more panels and texts. Cast “section” at the end showing all the possible characters in the game (Maybe all that matter and some NPC’s) and there’s different versions based on each world

(Repost over) What could the remake be called? Could I use the name “ReMemory”?

Comics?

Maybe some could be retellings of stories or new stories, I dunno.

I’m also not sure about whether they’d be separate or in the games.

Animation?

Lot of ideas for this, because I wanna see different styles/personalities for the variety of characters.

Like a goofy animation with Bonka but also a 3D first person take on Greklovick (“An average day on Yiegour’s life”).

Art galleries in certain games

Literally because of exploring characters, assets etc and fun stuff too.

Music?

Think of the numbers as notes (1/2/3 being Do/Re/Mi or A/B/C etc) as I write a bunch of weird melody attempts.

1 2 5 1 2 3

6 5 7 8 7 6 (Might be based off Becoming a Machine - Eradrop (TNT Revilution)

6 7 8 9 6

7777777788888888 30223 63556

6876. 76546

1 -1 3 5 (sad) 1 5 6 3 (happy)

35, 46, 57

234320

6542 4354 (Could sound like Tool or angry metal)

76 768 (funk/jazz/disco?)

6 7 3 10

6-3-8-10-10-12-13-10 (Funky/disco romantic song, kinda ripping off Daft Punk)

6 7 6 6 5 4 3, 9 10 9 9 8 7 5

1, 3, 5, -2, 6?

3 65 3 65 7

1-8-10-8(3-3-5-5), 12-11-9-9-10-9-7(2-2-4-4)

(I should probably compose these myself even if just as a test).

[rococospade]

Hello! I have a question regarding the design of your Tarnished character, Letho, and his friend Ambrosia from your fic.

Have you used pre existing armor sets/armor pieces that you find in game for their design, or did you give them different clothes that you yourself made? Just curious, cause it seems like there's a lot of people making new armors for their Tarnished ocs to fit a certain character or aesthetic, just as there's a lot of people using pre existing sets in their drawings of them.

Have a good day!

Hi! Uh, honestly for me it's a little of both.

I'll break the answer into two parts, the fic answer and the art answer.

So, fic wise, Letho is usually in the Confessor Set by default, and either has the base Confessor weapons (Lemosyne) or the Bloodhound Fang and more throwables than god (Mare's Nest.)

Ambrosia's costume I've been vague about because I haven't actually sat down and concretely decided what they're wearing, though in chapter 10 it's probably something like the page set and a hood armour for plot-reasons.

On the art side of things:

So, I've drawn Letho in the Confessor outfit of course, but the costume he's wearing in my pinned post is based on a mix of one of the mage sets (Alberich's) and the Confessor set, plus Rennala's gauntlets because I really like them (and a wrap that he got as a gift, not based on a game item). I've drawn him in the deathbed companion dress a few times, and I've commissioned art of him in a combination of Maliketh's armour + the Depraved Perfumer robes, too. There's also an armour I did based on a design class I'm taking, but I haven't uploaded that yet.

Ambrosia's costume in my head is like a patchwork forest-coloured hedgewitch looking set, I really need to make them an Elden file just so I can look for costume ideas though! I'd love to have them with a game armour look. (Maybe the page set and one of the hood items? Hmm.)

When I do design original armour I try to use game sets as a jump off point, but I'm not good at folding in a convincing amount of detail yet.

Combo of Confessor, Alberich, and Rennala's sets + a shawl

Based on the same as above but with different colours. Hairstyle changed because the idea of him wearing a crystal dart as a hairpin appealed to me -- originally he had the default braided hair, which, beloved <3

aaaand the armour set that's still in development, and not based on anything in the game:

This will show up in fic and art at some point. I didn't plan for it to be gold, but it kind of works conceptually and colours-wise, so why not.

aaand I went digging for the art I had of Ambrosia:

These sketches are from a few months ago. Their costume's really too similar to Letho's, here. I'll need to do something else. But it's hard to picture them in long skirts, so even if I do that, I'll probably draw the skirt as girded.

And this is a pen sketch I did in like 2 minutes to try and figure out what they're wearing in chapter 10. "Oooh I'm just a helpless old person, stop looking at me, I definitely won't hit you with this stick" vibes

Thanks for the ask!

[thyshadowwriter]

Lost & Found. Chapter 2.

Ivar Ragnarsson x oc.

Summary: being rescued by Helga in one of the raids and reluctantly tolerated by Floki, a young girl finds herself amidst a strange place with strange people, but if adapting to the cultural shock wasn't hard enough, catching the attention of the volatile and beloved son of the Queen would soon prove to be the ultimate proving. That if she realizes just how much being around prince Ivar is walking on thin ice.

Author's note: I took some liberties with the timeline.

Tagging: @youbloodymadgenius

An awkward introduction takes place as Ivar visits Floki unannounced.

----------------

The girl, now Revna, made no opposition to her new name, which in a small amount, made Floki proud in himself, and although Helga wasn't very thrilled, she let Floki have that one. Maybe, with time and understanding, Revna would open up more about herself, or so she hoped.

She was curious about her surroundings, looking around and apparently trying to memorize all of it. But as she tried to move one of the heavy pots, the pain made her gasp and clutch to her side.

Helga rushed to her and guided her to sit on a chair, trying to soothe her.

"You have to be careful, you need to heal."

Revna nodded. Floki took their belongings inside and closed the door. He walked to them and crouched to Revna's level. He showed the palm of his hands to her and pointed to where her wound was, he needed to see if she hurt herself more. Once she regained her breath she looked from his hands to his face and nodded for him.

He uncovered her wound and examined it carefully. It would leave a mark, but it at least it didn't get worse.

"You should be more careful, Revna. It is healing well, the gods favored you." Floki said to her as he covered the wound again.

Looking to Revna's and Helga's dark eyes an idea crossed his mind. Floki quickly raised and began searching the house.

"Floki, what is it?"

"She needs to learn or language, Helga. She cannot live here and not understand us."

"What are you doing Floki?"

He didn't answer her and continued searching until he found a box that caught his attention.

"Here. I knew I had kept it somewhere."

He walked back to them and handed Revna the box.

She looked to the box and frowned then looked to Floki and raised both eyebrows.

"Go on. Open it." Said Floki, urging her to it.

She opened it and inside were a bunch of symbols carved and painted in wood. She picked one to examine it closely, as if by looking they could mean something.

"You can start teaching her with those." Floki said to Helga.

Helga smiled back to her husband, a silent thank you for his help.

Revna took them out of the box and put them on her lap, leaving the box to her side, now completely taken by curiosity, going attentively from one to the next. Helga took some of the runes from her lap, thinking of the lessons she would teach her. It would be just like teaching a newborn their first word, that she knew how to do.

Floki was happy with himself, if he could help Helga in her mad endeavor, he would, gods know she put up with his. As long as the girl learned to respect and acknowledge their gods and their way of life, he could tolerate her. He could try, for Helga.

Floki went to his table and began sorting his tools for his next work, while Helga began teaching Revna the runes and their voices filled the house while he started his work.

A few hours passed like this when the sound of the door being open broke the spell. It was Ivar, who came to visit them, as he would do occasionally.

The gods were testing him, there could be no other way.

Usually, Floki wouldn't mind Ivar's visits, a part of him missed when he was a kid, his home wasn't as empty with Ivar around, but right now, he would rather Ivar didn't show up so soon. He would prefer the girl had more time to get used to them before the inevitable introductions had to be made.

But life was never easy, he could only pray to the gods and hope for the best.

Ivar dragged himself inside and closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Floki. Helga."

"Ivar." Floki said.

"Hello, Ivar." Helga greeted him back.

Helga's hand left the runes she held to the side and she began playing with the girl long locks, while Revna's attention left the runes and went to young man dragging himself on the ground. Floki looked to the girl trying to gauge her thoughts, but her face was unreadable to him.

He could only hope it would be the same to Ivar. He knew very well how Ivar reacted to people who looked to him wrong.

Of course Ivar's attention went straight to Revna. He looked her up and down before asking.

"So... Who is this?"

"We named her Revna." Answered Helga proudly.

"And you brought her back? She'll make a good slave, I'm sure." There was malice in his voice, something that Revna seemed to grasp even if she couldn't understand his words. Her face fell a bit and she pursed her lips together, looking at Ivar with full distrust.

But before either of them would do or say anything else, Helga was quick to correct Ivar.

"She's not a slave. We are adopting her. She's my child."

Ivar looked to Floki with the most shocked expression that ever painted his face, his eyes wide open and his lips parted, like for once in his life he was without words and without a guess of what to do. Were it any other situation, Floki would have laughed, that was a look he never imagined on Ivar, but he too was just as lost, so he just looked to the window as if he could remove himself from the room.

Ivar looked to Helga, who was either oblivious or downright ignoring their confusion and instead was attentively combing and braiding the girl's long dark locks.

"Ah... Well, let's see." Ivar said, the he pushed himself closer to the girl.

He reached his hand to touch her face. He wanted to have a better look at her, in part out of curiosity and in a greater part to assure himself that she was in fact there to be adopted and not some of Floki's scheming.

Or maybe Either Floki or Helga had finally lost their minds, could very much be.

But Revna didn't take his gesture very well and got startled, trying to get far from Ivar but finding herself trapped between his hand and the back of the chair.

Helga held her down by the shoulders and tried to defuse the situation before she injured herself further and Ivar became angry at her.

"Shh, it's alright. Don't be afraid." Helga said to her repeatedly.

"I won't hurt you." Ivar tried to reassure.

But Revna argued something to Helga that neither of them could understand, but if her face and tone were any clue, she didn't sound very pleased.

Ivar cocked his head to the side narrowing his eyes at Revna.

"It's alright, my child. He won't hurt you. It's alright. You don't have to be afraid." Helga tried to calm her down.

Revna said something else but Helga repeated herself, gently patting the girl's head.

"I won't hurt you, alright? I just want to see you." Ivar said to her.

She looked at Ivar then back to Helga who nodded to her with a smile. Revna pursed her lips together again, inhaled deeply until her lungs were full of air and sighed audibly, resting her hands on her lap and turned her attention back to Ivar, nodding to him and allowing him to touch her face, though her eyes started at him like she would throw him in a pyre if she could.

Ivar was pleased to have his way and gave Revna a lopsided smile. He couldn't possibly take seriously the young girl's annoyance and instead was nothing short of amused by the indignant look she gave him.

So Ivar touched her face, trying his best to not make sudden movements and startle her again. She didn't flinch from his touch, but he could feel her muscles tense under his fingertips. He took his time to feel her cheek, the shape of her jaw and her forehead. Her skin was soft and her features delicate, still a tad round but he guessed that would change once she got older.

He could feel her dark eyes looking at his every movement, possibly trying to gauge whether ot not he would hurt her, if he had to guess. Her cheeks became red as he continued to touch her face and her gaze held a curiosity under the poorly hidden grievance.

Ivar then touched her hair, the girl had a dense hair that looked somewhat wild with its dark and shiny waves and curls. Her hair felt soft on his fingers, he took the lock closer to her face and curled it around his finger, then released it.

"See? It wasn't so bad. I said I wouldn't hurt you." Ivar said as he looked back to Revna.

Helga and Floki heaved a sigh of relief. Helga touched Revna's hair again and continued to braid it.

Revna parted her lips as if she wanted to say something to him, but the reminder she couldn't hit her and she rolled her eyes annoyed and sighed, tapping her foot against the floor.

Ivar chuckled at that. He then looked to her lap and saw what he remembered to be the runes Floki used to teach him years ago. He reached out to pick one of them but before he could notice, his hand was slapped away soundly by Revna.

Floki, Helga and Ivar all froze at their positions, looking wide eyed and with parted lips at Revna. Ivar's hand still in the air, Helga's hands on Revna's hair.

Ivar locked his stare on Revna, his clear blue eyes wide open looking at her in complete disbelief.

They stood like that until Floki broke the silence with a laughter that all the surroundings must have heard. He hit the table with a fist and leaned forward trying to catch his breath, his pale face becoming red and his eyes watering a bit.

Ivar moved a bit away from Revna and turned to look at Floki, who was trying to catch his breath, Helga took the runes from Revna's lap and put them away, guiding the girl away from the room.

Once they left, Ivar had his attention all on Floki.

"What are you laughing of, you old fool?"

"Someone finally gave you a lesson. Who would have guessed it would be a child?"

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Okay sooo I have some OC characters in the mix as I’m focusing on getting my mind creativity flowing some more this month and I’m feeling inspired at the moment so I’m going to take it by the horns.

Each and every member of this universe are either gay men, lesbian, queer, hetero trans or gay trans.

Let me introduce 2 of them today! I might post some more later, I have a 3rd person coming along but I’ll leave it at this for now. I’ve partly drawn some of Zaph but if anyone wants to feel free to have a go at drawing them if they peak inspiration.

Rosen Lovell

She is 42 and lives a happy life married to her wife, I’ve not met her wife yet but this will be the plan for her. They own a one bedroom ground and first floor house, one room for each floor.

She’s known to be a little bit of a comedy queen, laid back and yet serious with a good work mind head on her, though, she’s pretty unkempt and doesn’t care much from keeping up appearances particularly aside from her casual chosen clothes that have a bit of flare in colour and detail. She’s also not much of an owner of a filter and can be judged for being rude within her way of talking, but honestly she just swears a lot and isn’t interested in manners which aren’t necessary, like wasting time holding the third fork on a table rather than just getting on with eating the tasty meal she would scarf down.

With that mouth of hers she does mess up social time with people but the friends she has love her for her brashness and honesty. Though don’t get too close to her or she’ll trip you or her up pretty fast as she’s rather clumsy. She’s terrible at planning anything but nothing makes her more happy that polishing up metalworks she enjoys creating at home before opening her market stall she occasionally opens to sell her wares on to make money for the family. Her wife will not be working for she is signed off for having depression, but she likes going to the market or the seaside sometimes with Rosen and enjoys gathering herbs as she’s a ferocious forager.

Favourite food? A good Cornish pasty, but vegetarian, as she remains not a fan of meat.

Rosen typically wears a yellow long shirt sleeveless tunic with red ruby buttons going up the middle. The tunic length just falls below the waist with a white billow sleeved shirt underneath. She wears blue skin fit trousers and brown shin high boots with a silver single buckle button on them on the foot.

Her voice is deep, her body muscular but slim with wide set form shoulders. Her hair is light brown woven into a crown braid with white ribbon. Her eyebrows are dark and firm set, serious.

Her eyes are pale blue, as light as the sky or baby blue pastel, her eyes surrounded by dark kohl liner with small swirling spirals for the decoration sweeping across the areas of skin set next to each eye. She wears no other makeup aside from this. With a wide set sharp jawline, she’s the envy of men who may believe themselves to be on par with her strength, and she could honestly cut a slab of wood with her jaw if she tried. Her wife certainly loves tracing her fingers across it in moments of loving marital affection.

Zaph

Zaph is 26 and a trans man. He’s currently single and does not wish to get into a relationship of marriage with anyone, but he does sometimes enjoy the company of women and men mutually. He’s not particularly keen on caring much for the people around him and is a loner but has a good and strict work ethic in which he succeeds in and does his job well.

He is talented at strategy and practices every day for at least 30 minutes with his live in housemate Locke, he enjoys dancing with a good sword or dancing for entertainment which is the only thing he doesn’t find boring about attending social parties or aristocratic balls he must attend until “marriage”, which is a knot for him as he never plans to get wed. Nonetheless, his fighting proficiency is high, even though he is slim, he is dreadfully strong, and his height aids well. He still cannot win against Rosen and admires her abilities and she regularly spars with him. He’s a big fan of her metal work and gets all his metal pieces and weaponry from her directly, they are good friends.

He enjoys witnessing the misfortune of others, and is vain and enjoys keeping his appearance up to scratch to his own liking, you won’t catch a hair out of place on his darkly dyed long slicked back purple hair. You can guarantee he has a mirror in every room and whilst being vain he is incredibly self conscious and often gets obsessed with making sure his hair and clothes are clean, plucked of flint and run away hairs set back in place.

Favourite food? Roasted trout with a side of roast potatoes, broccoli, parsnips, gravy, and a small side portion of turbot or cod. He loves fish and can’t get enough of it. He enjoys a good flask of honey and apple rum, but is happy being treated to an ale at a bar.

He enjoys playing tennis in leisure time and owns a set of professional rackets and equipment and plays with the local men from the Goths United Regional Tennis Club.

He’s agnostic and sees to remain that way, he’s very focused on work and doesn’t have any beliefs at the moment but he is a descendant of human and elves. He doesn’t follow his families elven faiths.

His voice is deep and lulling, his partners enjoy hearing a soothing lullaby of song for them to drift off to sleep and he is an accomplished singer but never had any interest in pursuing this. He’s not particularly considerate but this is a small area where this shows a little.

He wears a modest amount of rings on his fingers, but they do contain precious stones in them, and his attire is mostly purple garments with a high collar and brown shin high boots. He also wears a thick silver chain necklace around his neck.

His cheeks are powdered with rouge and lips painted with grey lipstick. His eyes are rimmed with black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. His irises are white.

[jj-babebank]

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 6

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…

Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4; Part 5 ;

Masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 6 -

49 days of camp left

“The thing I don’t understand is,” said JJ, taking a sip of his coffee several days later at breakfast, “How is everyone so chill about all of this?”

“Yeah, everyone except for us,” said Caroline.

“And Topper,” mumbled Sarah.

Her three friends all looked up at her, eyes wide.

“What?” she looked back at them, eyes equally as wide in confusion, “Why’d you think he’s been moping around camp, face looking like a slapped ass?”

“Sarah, why didn’t you say anything at the campfire?” Caroline asked angrily.

“Um, I did,” defended Sarah.

“Um, no you didn’t,” clapped back JJ, getting visibly annoyed.

John B nodded and mumbled quietly, “They’re right, you didn’t…”

“Not now, John B,” snapped Sarah at him, turning towards her other friends, “What do you mean I didn’t?”

“When we asked you about what Topper said, you literally said ‘oh nothing of importance, he doesn’t care about the bitch either’ and then you went back to glaring at those girls goggling at John B,” said JJ.

Sarah scoffed, “I was only glaring because they refuse to listen to me and only do whatever he says,”

“That’s beside the point, Sarah,” sighed JJ, “If you weren’t too busy doing that, perhaps you’d have mentioned that Topper doesn’t buy the whole boyfriend story either, which could mean that we’ve got an ally amongst all of these lunatics!”

“Sorry,” Sarah shrugged, “I guess I just got distracted,”

Caroline shook her head sighing, “Anyway, it’s almost 9,” she looked at JJ, “What’s on our schedule for today?”

“Funny you ask,” JJ responded, “We’ve actually got swimming until 11, which means the kids have swimming until 11 and we can just chill by the lake,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “If you know what I mean,”

In the days since camp began, the whole Madison thing had died down and since there was no new occurrences and, well, no new leads, Caroline and JJ decided to put their primary focus on their teens. They’d made a small rule that every time their schedule indicated that they’ve got an activity where their physical participation is not directly required, Caroline would sneak some whiskey in their thermoses and they would quietly drink it in secret, just to spice up their day.

So far Caroline was doing a pretty good job at hiding her crush on JJ, which was somehow becoming bigger by the day. For some reason everything that JJ did was attractive. Whether it was him running, or teaching the boys how to tie a noose, or eating (pretty messily) his food, or not to mention swimming practice when he was required to get naked – Caroline could just stare at him all day. She was somewhat happy about their newfound tradition of taking over some of their daily tasks while tipsy because the alcohol was somewhat helping her seem more confident and less shy.

Caroline tied her long brunette hair in a Dutch braid and smeared the tiniest bit of mascara on her lashes, just to seem effortlessly pretty, of course. She adjusted the straps of her swimsuit and grabbed her and JJ’s prefilled thermoses before heading out to meet the boy and their group in front of the camper’s cabin.

“There she is,” said JJ, unable to hide his excitement, “We ready to go?”

The campers all agreed and they made their way down towards the lake, where Caroline and JJ sat at one of the benches while their campers hurried into the water.

“Now, now, Teens 2,” said JJ after them, not too bothered about sounding strict, “Usually our timetable says swimming, but since we’re all grown ups here, we can all do whatever we want, as long as we don’t go too far away from me and Carrie’s eyesight, alright?”

Everyone agreed and JJ sat back down next to Caroline, who handed him his thermos.

“I’ve gotta give it to you, Maybank,” she said, taking a sip of the spicy liquor in her flask, “You’ve got a way with kids,”

JJ smiled down at her, taking a sip too, “I mean they’re hardly kids, C,” he said, “Besides, I try my best, I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you,”

That blush that Caroline was all too familiar with crept back onto her cheeks, “In front of me?” she repeated, surprised.

“Yeah,” nodded JJ as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I don’t see any other pretty girls around here,”

Caroline looked in the opposite direction, too shy to look at JJ, as she took another rather large sip of her drink, “JJ…”

“What? Can’t a guy give you a compliment?” he smirked, “Hey, come on now, we’re in this together, besides… your mom did say -”

Just as Caroline was about to turn towards JJ with a panicked look in her eyes, fearing what exactly her mom had said to him, two of their campers began screaming their names, diverting both of their attentions.

“Carrie! JJ! You’ve gotta come see this!”

JJ shot up, helping Caroline up as well, as they ran towards the dock. Bobby and Eli, the two campers who had called out for them, were hastily swimming back to shore.

“What is it?” Caroline asked, worry filling up her nerves.

“We found something dope!” said Eli, reaching the dock, “But we can’t reach it without you guys’ help,”

“What did you find?” asked JJ.

“That,” Bobby pointed in the direction they’d just swam from. There, a good distance away, in the middle of the body of water, stood an abandoned-looking stilt house.

“The old lake house,” JJ and Caroline said in unison.

“That’s just an old building, it’s been there forever and there’s literally nothing in it,” explained JJ, his nerves calming down after the initial jump scare, “Trust me, we’ve looked,”

Bobby rolled his eyes, “Oh, come on, you can’t be serious,” he moaned, “That place looks wicked!”

“Yeah, if you watch a lot of horror movies,” said Caroline, “JJ’s right, there’s nothing in there. I’ve been numerous times, it looks way cooler in your imagination, believe me. Reality is underwhelming,”

Eli crossed his arms, “If it’s so underwhelming why don’t you wanna take us there?”

JJ sighed, “Eli, taking you there would require taking the boats, which we’re not allowed to do unless it’s on our schedule, which it’s not, and if we take you there, we’d have to take everyone there, and -”

“Take everyone where?” came Jennie, another one of their campers’, voice suddenly.

“Yeah, JJ,” more campers gathered around the dock, “Where are you taking us?”

JJ and Caroline sighed in defeat as they shared a defeated look, making Bobby and Eli high five in victory.

“Change of plans, kids,” said JJ finally, giving in, “Swimming’s cancelled, looks like we’re going to be learning how to row today,”

_________________________________________________________

“You sure about this?” JJ grabbed Caroline’s hand as she was stepping off the boat and onto the back deck of the abandoned stilt house.

Caroline turned towards him and gave him a reassuring smile, “It’ll be just like the old days,” she said, her tone sounding promising.

JJ followed her onto the deck and they helped their campers tie their little boats on the deck’s cleats.

“Looks like y’all were really paying attention during our noose tying workshop,” JJ said proudly as he double-checked that all the boats were securely tied, “I’m gonna make sure to bring that up to Miss P and we might have a shot of winning at the Will-all-hail banquet,”

Caroline snorted at the name, “So tacky…”

“Come on guys, follow me and Carrie and watch your steps,” JJ signaled, catching everyone’s attention, “This place is crazy old so be careful! One wrong step and you may end up in the water,”

Carefully, the group entered the old creaky building. It was all too familiar to Caroline and JJ, the smell of mold and condensation hitting their nostrils as the single dusty dark room they had secretly lurked into numerous times as kids presented itself in front of them. Part of Caroline had always secretly wished for the old lake house to serve as a passageway to a parallel universe, or to hold some great big secret, or even to be inhabited by the not-so-friendly ghost of whoever built it back in the day, however unsurprisingly, nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet again. The room was empty, other than the numerous spider webs which decorated almost every corner and crease.

“There you go,” Caroline said, turning to leave, “Nothing to see here,”

JJ agreed, “As always, underwhelming and empty,”

“If it’s so empty,” spoke one of the campers, “then what’s that?” the teenager pointed in the direction of where there was once a door leading towards the front deck.

Everyone’s heads turned in that direction and sure enough, on one of the old nails sticking out of the door frame, was hung a piece of red fabric, barely noticeable from the inside, let alone from where the shore to camp was.

“Stand back,” said Caroline, slowly stepping forward towards the fabric. She peeped her head through the door hole cautiously, checking if there was anyone on the front deck, holding her breath as she did so. She breathed out in relief once she saw that the coast was clear and analyzed the fabric, “Hey, J, can you come over?”

JJ, half-impressed, half-paralyzed, snapped back to reality as he walked over to the girl who now looked so brave in his eyes, mentally slapping himself for not being a man and volunteering to go instead of her.

“Why does this look familiar?” Caroline said once JJ came over to piece of clothing. It turned out to be a dress.

JJ shrugged, pulling at the material and taking a sniff, “Whoever’s it is was here recently,” he said, “Smell of perfume is fresh,” he sniffed again, “And super strong,” he scrunched his nose, a look of disgust on his face.

Caroline took a sniff too, “Yeah, that smell is so familiar, but where from…” she sniffed again, closing her eyes in an attempt to figure out where she recognized the scent from.

“Probably one of the girls from your cabin,” concluded JJ, “I’d put my money on Jenna Kinley, she seems like the type to sneak around,”

Caroline smirked, “Sounds about right, she was probably up here sneaking around with Barry, I hear her talking about him all the time,” she unhooked the dress from the nail, “I’ll bring it back to her, she must think she’s lost it,”

JJ nodded and they led the campers out of the stilt house and onto shore again. Caroline tucked the dress in her bag along with her thermos and waited until after everyone’s daily activities were over to meet Sarah by the showers and tell her about her and JJ’s scandalous little discovery. Ever since they’d arrived at Camp Willowdale and had their phones taken away for the rest of the summer, the only source of news and gossip was whatever was happening around camp, and since it wasn’t all that much, every little bit of spice counted.

“So how was archery?” she asked Sarah as she folded her underwear and turned the water in her shower on.

Sarah followed in after her, not bothering on going into a neighboring shower stall. They had developed his habit of showering together about three days into camp, with Sarah seemingly having separation anxiety and insisting that “they’ve both got the same bits and pieces” and that how “any guy would be lucky to be in the position Caroline is in,”.

The blonde groaned as she squeezed some of her purple shampoo in her palm, foaming it up and working it into her hair, “Horrible,” she said, “How do you see me with a bow and arrows?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” teased Caroline, mirroring Sarah’s actions and washing her hair.

“Whatever, C,” Sarah rolled her eyes, “How was your swim date with your boyfriend?”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” said Caroline earning a smug look from Sarah, “And second, you’ll never guess what we found,”

“Oooh, is it the incessant lust you have for each other?” teased Sarah.

“No, it’s better,” said Caroline, ignoring her friend’s words, “We went to the old lake house and we may or may not have found what we believe to be Jenna’s dress just hanging there,” Sarah’s eyes widened at her words, “Yeah, we assume she’s sneaking around with Barry, how fucking scandalous is that?”

“Shut up!” gasped Sarah.

Caroline nodded excitedly, “Right? She’s been yapping about him nonstop and we just put two and two together,”

“Who’d have thought… little miss perfect and Barry,” scoffed Sarah, “D’you have the dress? It’ll be so embarrassing once you give it back to her, I can picture her face already,”

“You bet I do, it’s in my bag,” said Caroline, “Must’ve done the deed recently, it still reeks of her,” she scrunched her nose at the thought of the horrible smell.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, “What’re you pulling that face for? Does she smell that bad?”

Caroline shook her head, “It’s her perfume,” she explained, “Smells like what I imagine Miss P’s underwear drawer smelling like,”

Sarah scoffed, “Now you’ve got me intrigued,” she quickly rinsed her hair and body off, hurrying for her towel, “Where’d you say this dress was?”

Caroline nodded her head in the direction of her bag, “Somewhere in my bag,” she said, “But I’m being serious – you’ve been warned,”

As she continued rinsing her hair, Sarah dove her hand into Caroline’s bag, searching for the dress in question. When she finally felt it in her hand, she pulled the piece of clothing out pressing it against her nose to take a sniff. Her eyes widened in horror as realization consumed her.

“Carrie…” she mumbled not loud enough for her friend to look up, “Carrie, this isn’t Jenna’s dress,” she spoke louder.

This time, Caroline looked up at Sarah with a look of confusion in her eyes.

“The perfume you’re talking about,” said Sarah, “It’s Guerlain Shalimar, I’d recognize it anywhere,”

“Your point being…?”

“This perfume doesn’t belong to Jenna,” Sarah turned to look at Caroline, her eyes still wide in horror, “It’s Madison’s,”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: chapter 6 is upppp!! I hope you like it!! let me know what you think and if you want to be added in the tag list for future chapters, tell me!! xxx

tags: @k-k0129 ; @hayleyy-l ; @marvellover04

Part 7 here

[shizukateal]

The Holy Quintet: The BEST DRESSED Magical Girl Team EVER. Part 2: Characters made of symbols and shapes.

Part 1 here.

Mami Tomoe

Mami Tomoe’s outfit is a work of genius that really humbles me as an aspiring character designer. Watching the perfection in its simplicity only boggles my mind trying to reverse engineer the thought process behind it. Even if they already had decided on the huntress theme before they finished her, how did Ume Aoki came up with cutting the sleeves like that? Or with the perfect skirt shape that allows the corset to show all of her curves while puffing at just the right height to not make the hipline transition awkward and giving the shape of a flower? How long did it take her to find this particular color scheme? Did she immediately know where to put the purple to balance the outfit without feeling artificial? How did she realize that the stripes on the socks would add the ideal touch to the whole setup? Or the perfect way to turn the soulgem into a hair accessory? I would have gone the easy way and put it in the chest ribbon like the amateur I am! Did she have doubts about it while she was figuring out the exact design of the boots?!

This outfit does everything. It’s sexy without being unnecessarily tasteless, it’s girly and fancy but battle-ready, it even passes the silhouette test, it’s nuanced, almost realistic. Even Mami’s hairstyle, which in a lesser design would look too childish, is perfect for her. Mami’s whole theme is that she’s a little girl desperately trying to convince herself that she’s an adult. Her low drill-tails are doll-like, which is to say a little girl’s idea of what a fancy adult woman looks like. The side-swept bangs also give a youthful roundness to her face while being elegant, and the way the hat and hairpin complements the whole thing is just * cheff’s kiss *.

Kyouko Sakura

Kyouko is a fire gal, and as such her shape is a triangle, so her outfit is a halter top coat that widens into the frilled overskirt. Her ponytail also feeds into this theme, with hair bits sticking wildly on the top like the fire sparks of a candle, and the ribbon is just scrappy but cute enough to compliment her personality. Haha, ponytail, get it? Like a horse? Or in her case a de-horned unicorn, ergo her spear. Her look also gives us the impression of an outlaw with her pirate/rider boots, long coat and gloves, fitting her lifestyle, and her soulgem is on her chest, indicating her more emotional nature. I think the boldest decision was to leave her hands ungloved, or at least I know I wouldn’t have done that, but that’s why I’m glad I wasn’t in Ume Aoki’s position when Madoka was in production. The white details on her undershirt and boots also put an elegant touch of complexity that completes the whole thing. What I’m trying to say here is that Kyoko has the ““easiest”” design of the other puellas, but it’s still top notch.

Sayaka Miki

Sayaka’s outfit is a balancing act, trying to keep it’s knight aesthetic clear without relying on heavy armor to do so and thus allowing Sayaka’s more romantic, femenine side to show, not to mention her water + music/mermaid theme. Her whole getup is very ingenious. Her short hair allows the cape to flow without seeming excessive and heavy or an inconvenience, her hairpin prevents the cut from being bland, but still keeping a somewhat tomboyish look, and her skirt has a distinct asymmetrical cut that, with its white outline, gives the idea of a wave. Her boots are short, comfy, practical, and their shade is just different enough that they avoid the look from feeling kinda boring within its color pallet, without straying away from it. I’m honestly amazed at how well they pulled of her belly-button soulgem as well, especially without taking away from the knight theme, hell they even used that in their favor! That is ingenuity. It was also a genius idea to hold the cape on a choker to make it all fit better with a sweetheart neckline.

Homura Akemi

As I mentioned before when I talked about Senjougahara, Homura is a rhombus, not just in her soul gem but in the rest of her body: she is pointy, slim, and long. She is the tallest and lankiest amongst the Holy Quintet, her outfit primarily highlighting her legs and her hair ending in jagged points. What impresses me the most about it is that the shirt is very weirdly cut for a concept as straightforward as “school uniform”, but it works. I can imagine a much easier version of it without the undersleeves or the collar. Speaking of which, the shape of them draws attention to her soul gem on her hand, which is placed there to symbolize how she’s the most “hands on” magical girl. Her time motif is present in her back ribbon, which looks like clock hands, same with Moemura’s braids, and in her shield, which is small and attached to her wrist and also is actually a sand clock. That shield is a really neat, concise, and smart way to tie up the entirety of her wish, huh? Speaking of Moemura, it’s really interesting to see the conflict between the two versions of this character in their differences. First we have the hair, of course, then the red glasses. I sense that there’s more to those than what I’m interpreting here, but the best I can do is conclude that aside that Homura tosses them out because they represent her weakness the fact that they’re red means they also represent her emotionality, which Madoka returns to her when she gives her her red ribbons (which also represent the string of fate, of course, and also confidence in oneself). But the part that interests me the most is her heels. Moemura doesn’t fit them, she trips on them constantly, but for Homura they are a symbol of her maturity and composure. Naturally, the first time we see Homura break down after narrowly killing Kyubey before they could do a contract with Madoka, she trips on them.

@leafbladie also pointed out to me that the reason it looks like a school uniform might be because school is the only place where she could make genuine human connections. 

Madoka Kaname

Kyouko is a triangle, Homura is a rhombus, and Madoka is, fittingly, a Star, aka. a cluster of points shooting out from a center, which also blends well as a flower motif. Or to put it even more eloquently, she’s the flower from the ground that will eventually become the star in the sky. It’s in her skirt, gloves, socks and ponytails. And the rest of her? Is a deception in its simplicity. After all, this is what you expect from the leader of a magical girl team, right? Pink! Ribbons! Frills! Come on, you’ve seen this outfit before, it’s practically the same as Cure Peach’s! But Madoka is aiming for something more specific: she is both a fairy AND a witch, the two faces of the Magical Girl, creatures of fairytales often related to either nature or to the stars, and it works precisely because she uses that shape. Madoka is a balance of roundness and pointiness, it’s just that those points are softened by the pastel coloring. Her balance in ribbons and frills is excellent as well. I should probably write a separate post on how those 2 elements work in general, but suffice to say that we all know way too many magical girls that just put those things everywhere. Two on her ponytails to highlight them, one behind her neck, two on her hips to smooth the hipline transition, two behind her shoes. Huh, speaking of those, Madoka has surprisingly tall heels, right? Taller than Mami’s and only matched by Homura’s. Really tells you who the 2 most emotionally resilient members are in the team.

The last piece I’d like to highlight is her weapon, which I’m jealous of because I did that concept for an OC of mine and now if I do it everyone is going to think that I got it from her. But in any case, yeah combining a druidic staff into an also druidic bow whose arrows are also shooting star analogues is the perfect choice for this particular character, the Goddess of Magical Girls.

And this, everyone, has been my reasoning and analysis of the genius of the Holy Quintet’s character designs. Follow me if you want more magical girl outfit analysis.